Hey World, I have been watching my hair fall off my hair at an alarming rate. Where are you going my dear hair? I keep looking for ways to hide the damage being done. Well,… More
So guess what is still trending in my life? My edges and its successful attempt at falling out. I’m still watching my hair fall out and I don’t think there is anything I can do about it.
On a lighter note, it’s summer time and I have put my Shea Butter away. Avocado oil is doing enough for me and I don’t need my Shea Butter at the moment. I will bring it back out when the weather gets cooler.
So my current hair regimen is:
(1) Cantu Shea Butter Leave in Conditioner on freshly washed hair. (2) Avocado oil. That’s it!!!
This helps my hair stay soft and moisturised for at least two days. I refresh during the week with a spray of water from my wonderful spray bottle followed by Avocado Oil. The end!!!!
Have you ever searched for something and when you found it you realized it was more than you needed? Let me explain.
I have a big head. Yes it’s true. No you cannot say it. But just know it’s true. I also have big hair…yes you can say it. This has made my search for the perfect shower cap difficult. For a long time I’ve battled with shower caps that only protect three-quarters of my hair and the rest is up to me to protect my hair by carefully showering…if that is possible. Anyway, my search led me to Amazon where wonderful things happen. Guess what? I found one.
I just wanted to share this with you.
This is a story about Cantu Shea Butter Leave in Conditioner and Cantu Shea Butter Leave in Conditioner. No I did not make a mistake. This is a case of Cantu or Cantu? Let me explain
I bought my usual Cantu Shea Butter Leave In (Cantu no. 1) from a certain store and it finished. Then I got another one from a different store (Cantu no. 2). There was a problem. Cantu 2 seemed better than Cantu 1. With Cantu 2, I noticed it felt slick compared to Cantu 1. Same container, same everything.
This is a case of “fall back and trust me to catch you”. Which one should I trust? Which one will catch me? I have a feeling I should trust Cantu 2. Was any of them tampered with? I hope it’s just a case of change in formula. I no longer remember how it’s supposed to feel like on my hair. I just know now that one is slippery and the other is not. One allows me detangle with ease and the other doesn’t.
Has this happened to anyone else? I’m just rambling here. Bear with me because I’m confused.
Oh yeah, my edges are still falling off …
A lot happened to me during the weekend. I will only mention the hair related one (a work related one has been revealed on Instagram).
It all started with washday. I decided to wash my hair on Saturday morning (Lausanne really decided for me). After washing, I kept my hair in a towel wrap till evening. This was not by choice. I just had to find time to continue. Anyway, I moisturised as usual with my TLC method and decided to twist and wrap in Bantu knots. Good decision? I think NOT.
Fast forward to Sunday evening. I was getting ready for Mass and decided to unravel my Bantu knots. I imagined my flowing curls moving in the wind…yes wind 😁. Reality set in after I had unraveled all the twists. My hair was still damp. I didn’t even wait for the dampness to take its toll on my hairstyle. I braided my hair in two, pinned the braids behind my head and went to Church.
Fast fast forward to Monday morning (today), I unraveled my braids and loved what I saw. A Bantu and Braid United hairstyle.
I have been living under a stone. I have been living in the Dark Ages. I have been living under a stone in the Dark Ages! Let me explain.
Let us rewind to my last wash day. After my hair had stopped dripping underneath the microfibre hair towel wrap, I followed my TLC hair moisturizing routine. The only difference was that I swapped my Jojoba Oil for Avocado Oil. Well, the difference was clear! Where was I when people were using that oil and praising it? Why did I not listen? Why after almost seven natural haired years am I just trying Avocado Oil out? Immediately the Avocado Oil touched my hair, I understood. It was so soft (emphasis on so) and I could easily detangle before twisting. I still used Shea Butter afterwards. I love how my hair felt.
Last night, I sprayed my hair with my oil and water mix and used Avocado Oil while twisting my hair into four places. This was to preserve my hairstyle for the next day and keep it moisturized. Did it work? Of course!
I do not really care to learn about hair in the scientific sense. I do not really want to know why Avocado Oil works. I just know it works. I prefer knowing my hair and what works for me. I have tried and tested different products and have had fun doing it. Getting too technical really takes the fun out of being a kinky coily haired woman. I wonder if I’m the only one who thinks this way. Do you think this way?
Just a quick post for you. I’m still working on a post about part 2 of my wash day.
So, the question is: was I too chicken to unravel my twists? The answer is No! This morning, with the aid of Jojoba Oil on my palms, I unraveled my twists. I decided not to separate them and styled it to work.
As I said before, short post!
It’s time for another insight into my 2010 Mind. Here is what I wrote back then:
THE SUNDAY MAN
Lately I’ve been having “unbloggable” days (please excuse my use of a non-existent word). Yesterday was one of such days. Nothing interesting happened to me. Nothing at all. Sitting at home, bored, carrying out Day 2 of my personal strike, I realised that not going to work may not have been a good choice at all. However, one event kept coming to mind. The Event of Last Sunday. This is where the title of this post comes in. The Sunday Man has been on my mind.
Whenever I go to church, I try to sit in a particular row, about two rows behind the Sunday Man. Let me give you some information on this man before I get to the point.
The Sunday Man never misses mass. If I go by 7am, I see him. If I go by 9am, I still see him. This led to my conclusion that this man attends mass twice every Sunday. He is always early. I have never seen him walk in. He’s always there before me. He sits in the same exact spot. I laugh at him sometimes but this is because I can’t help myself. I do not laugh at the fact that he is mentally challenged (he really is) but I do laugh at some of his actions. He goes for every thanksgiving, whether or not he knows the people. Sometimes he spontaneously dashes towards the altar and has to be restrained by some ushers. Sometimes he raises a book (which has nothing to do with Church) and begins walking towards the altar. This always attracts the attention of the ushers who restrain him. His movements are timed by these ushers who stand beside him before he can think of doing anything. All these are distractions but I can’t seem to help laughing.
Well the event of last Sunday put a stop to my laughter. The Sunday Man touched me. Not physically, but emotionally. This is what happened…
It was time for Thanksgiving. A couple was thanking God for their recent marriage. The Sunday Man got up (as usual) waiting to follow the procession. He usually waits to be the last in line. An old woman with boils on her face and a bad leg was in the procession. As she slowly walked down the aisle, cane in hand, the people behind her seemed to be impatient. I saw the annoyance on their faces. They couldn’t stand how slow the woman was moving. As she got near the Sunday Man, he touched the hand that she used to hold her cane and stopped her. I couldn’t hear what he said to her but I could read her lips. She said “thank you”. I assume he told her sorry and I couldn’t help but feel bad. I felt bad for all the times I laughed at this man. Out of everybody around the woman, it was the man who was termed ‘insane’ that shared kind words with the woman.
For some reason, this one act has made me stop laughing at this man. I now think of him as sent by God. Who knows of his purpose in that church? Who knows why he does what he does? God bless the Sunday Man.
Wow, I am definitely not this person anymore, who would even laugh at that man in the first place! Anyway this has brought back memories of the Sunday Man. I hope he’s doing well. Once again, God bless the Sunday Man.
Please note that the featured picture was taken today (day after wash day). I was too chicken to unravel it for a twist out. I wasn’t sure if it had dried so I went to work with my twists. Let’s see what happens tomorrow. I will post about part 2 of my wash day routine to get my future twist out, whether it looks good or not (I’m hoping the former). I’m too sleepy to do that now!