The last time I had my hair flat-ironed was May 2007, when I graduated college. I only did it because I didn’t know how the cap would fit over my ‘fro.
I’m not a big fan of constant direct heat nor high-maintenance hair so I prefer to leave my hair untouched and just be all curly and thangs. I’m in a wedding this weekend, and the couple are doing a 30’s/40’s glamour theme so the bridesmaids are wearing our hair swept to the side, with soft curls and a little headpiece flower thing with netting/birdcage veilish. Sounds like a lot, but it’s really cute I swear.
I decided to let the bride flat-iron my hair to make it easier to do the style. She has a titanium flat-iron which I now understand is the flat-iron of the godz? Moreso than the Chi/ceramic irons? Anyhoo. I present to you my 4 1/2 year natural hair growth:
It’s one thing to stretch out the curls with my fingers after I wash it, which doesn’t last long in Houston’s humidity but it’s another to SEE all the length. Amazing. I was taken aback like a mug. I told Crabby and KB I’ont know how to act with this hair now. I’m sitting prim and proper looking like O_O because I don’t wanna mess it up. I told Crabby I feel like Sade all I need is a beach and somebody’s saxophone. I just wanna swing my hair like a conditioner commercial. His response was: “It’s just hair. That doesn’t mean you can just start wildin out. Remember that you have a husband, two dogs, and a cat who already thinks he’s king of the world. There just isn’t enough room for the both of you.” I wish I knew how to quit him.
I’ve been doing Top Model photoshoots with myself all day because I know I’m not going to get it flat-ironed again until Gawd-knows-when. Too much maintenance and yikes-type situations. So I’m enjoying it while it lasts.
So in conclusion, YAAAASSSSSSSS *swings my hair all in your faces and your moms’ faces*