A little while, like 8 months ago, so not that little, I was planning on starting a series on detangling. I was particularly exasperated at the time with all 3 kids hair. If it wasn’t for the crying and childhood trauma it would likely cause, I’d do to theirs what I did to mine. In a heartbeat. Shave it all off! But maybe I’ve found something that works?
I hope by now, from reading this blog or scrolling through my IG or Pinterest, that you understand that I am a braid lover. Completely head over heels! The brighter the better too! They’ve been such a part of my life since I was a child, from the tender age of 15, only one other person on one occasion has braided my hair for me. And I always feel more confident with those woven strands dangling down my back. I’ll love them even more, when all the length is my own!
So the blog has taken aback seat to my procrastinating ways. I feel like I’m not making much progress but luckily you guys have been sticking with and still reading. Thank you very much! I haven’t got my newsletter sorted yet (but you can subscribe here, please don’t hold your breath until it comes…), I haven’t actually written a post in like a month but thankfully my hair is till growing strong.
Old pic. Old problem. New me? I’m on one of those healthy living kicks again. I’ve no idea why I keep putting myself through this. Oh yea because I’m unhealthy. I eat crap, I feel crap and I just want to do better. Be better.
I’m someone who generally keeps my cards close to my chest. There are people that have known me for years and as much as they may know my personality, I don’t know if they know me. That’s 100% down to me. I only let people in so much and carefully answer their questions. I’m trying to be more open but I don’t know if that’s working. In a way, that is what this blog and my other blog are for. However, I don’t really want to be a mystery to my kids, of all the people in the world. They…
Nope. Not now. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow.
LINK TO THE VIDEO There aren’t that many black people in alternative music. We almost always get pigeonholed into hip hop, RnB, reggae etc. and as much as I love all those styles and that was what I was brought up on, I love most styles of music. I can’t quite get with Trance or Death Metal but pretty much everything in between I can appreciate for what it is.
New year, new you, new hair! Why not?
I always looked at people with curly hair like my kids have and thought, damn, they’ve got it easy. Detangling with those loose curls is a breeze compared to my coarse, Brillo pad hair. My mother was the first person to make the Brillo pad comment and it has stuck. I am scarred.
It’s funny when I look at my kids, I find it hard to see any resemblance. It’s something, that if I’m completely honest, I struggle with. Most parents look like their kids. But I can’t see myself in them at all. That’s not completely true, there are fleeting moments when I see it. If I hadn’t birthed them myself, I don’t think I’d believe those gorgeous little monsters were mine. So when my daughter comes to me and says she wants colour in her hair like Mummy, how could I say no?