It’s my birthday month too, I’ll be a year older on the 11th, which is another Election Day coincidentally. Last month made this blog a year old! I think a giveaway is in order and I’ll let you guys know as soon as possible.
Now on to the matter of the day, if you’re one of the ladies that believe once you get a sew-in weave, you’re free from all wash day duities, stop reading this and apologize to your hair and weaves (seriously). Sometimes you pass by some females and the stench from the weaves just make you want to stop breathing (this used to be me 3 years back, welp). On Monday, I finished from school early and decided to wash my weave, I had been postponing this for about 2 days. It’s a short weave so you might want to make out a day to wash longer weaves or use the dry shampoo method; I’ll put up a post on that later.
Happy New Month!
I’m writing this post in a great
deal of pain, ibuprofen has
definitely lost its effect on me, my
only consolation right now is that I
look great! So I decided to give
protective styling a whole different
approach since braids wasnt
cutting it for me; I’ve had braids
twice this year and they both didnt
make it past two weeks for me, I
tried two different salons so it
definitely had to do with my hair.
For this look, I used three
bundles of 20″ hair and one bundle
of 8″ hair all from Dazzle Hair
(check the where-to page for
more.info) and it was very
affordable too! I did a protein
treatment with Dr Miracle’s Deep
Conditioner the night before on
freshly washed hair. I decided to
install the hair at a salon located in
my school, when I walked in, I
could feel the piercing stare of a
particular stylist on my head and I
silently prayed she wouldnt be the
one handling my hair, but I was out
of luck today. I made myself
comfortable, explained to the male
stylist what I wanted and he
assured me I was in good hands
(he couldnt have been more
wrong), ten minutes later, ‘miss-piercing-stare’ was walking
towards me with those tiny blue
tail combs, I kept pretending to be
busy with my phone hoping she’d
walk past me. “Aunty raise your
head” was the next thing I heard,
the whole braiding process was
tedious; I had to keep telling her
what to do every step of the way.
The guy who did the sewing made
it no secret that he was in a hurry
to attend to someone else, he kept
pulling my head in every direction.
Anyway, two hours later I was
done and bam !