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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!
This is a post about my wash day. Or should I say part one of it. Lausanne decided when my wash day would be and it wasn’t last night. Since Her Highness decided I had no choice but to wash my hair this morning, I embarked on the journey.
Let’s just say, so far so…I don’t know. This is what I’ve been able to to till now (2pm Netherlands time).
Step one: Part my hair in two
Step Four: Wash my hair with black soap and follow with conditioner (at the speed of light) and rinse.
“Mummy Finger, Mummy Finger, where are you? Here I am, here I am, how do you do?…”
Finally I have some time to myself to write something! These kids were not having it today. Marcello woke up so early and Lausanne did not let me sleep! It was a very tired Sunday Morning so we decided to go for evening Mass. That means, I had to wait till evening to find out if my hair would be nice or not.
Fast forward to evening, it was time to find out if the previous night’s TLC routine worked out. I have to say that it did!!! See for yourselves…
So to recap, my TLC moisturising regimen is this:
- Spray with Jojoba and water mix and leave for one minute
- Use Cantu leave in conditioner
- Seal the moisture with Shea Butter
I think I just may stick to this routine. I will try it again and see how my hair does for the week.
How are you today? I just wanted to let you know that I changed my mind about wash day…again. As you know, it was supposed to be on Thursday or Friday (yesterday) but I decided against it. Thursday’s change of mind was as a result of my balding edges but yesterday’s was because I decided it wouldn’t be wise. I am resuming work on Tuesday (after my maternity leave expires) and would need to have fresh hair all week. This cannot be possible with an early wash day. I have decided to wait till Sunday to wash my hair. This will give it time to dry and be in a style (fingers crossed) by Tuesday.
However, I gave my hair some TLC minus the trimming last night. I prefer trimming after a good wash. I brought out my hair spray bottle (it even sprays upside down!) with Jojoba Oil and Water, then my good ol’ Shea Butter and of course my Cantu Leave in Conditioner.
I unraveled my hair in sections, and sprayed my oil and water mixture. I let the water sink in for about a minute then applied my leave in and topped it up with my Shea Butter. I paid extra attention to my ailing edges. My hair felt so good. It still feels good as I write this.
I have just received my “after baby” gift! Now, is it a gift to be excited about or not? I would say…NOT! <insert tears>. I will explain.
As I said in my last post, wash day was supposed to be yesterday or today, depending on the baby’s mood. Well, it didn’t happen yesterday and baby had nothing to do with it. This is what happened: Baby was playing on her baby gym playmat and I saw this as a chance to wash my hair. I raced to the bathroom and brought out my TLC kit, which contained my hair oils for a nice prepoo routine. Well I took off my satin scarf and saw it. The gift. The “after baby” gift. Known to many as the result of…postpartum shedding. The baldness. The bald edges. Yes I wanted to cry.
I know I wrote earlier that postpartum shedding had begun but I didn’t know it would go this far so quickly. I was surprised to see it happen overnight! I had to postpone my washday because I needed time to grasp what had happened. I did not want a repeat of last time where I was confused. As I write this, I have gathered myself together and I am ready to tackle this postpartum bogeyman. I’m contemplating whether to take a picture or not. Oh well I will save this post in my draft until I make up my mind…
**2 hours later**
I’ve made up my mind. Here you go:
The pictures do not even begin to show how bad it is. I was already dreaming of my Ecostyler gel and how I was going to use it next week when I resume work. Oh well, let me go research postpartum shedding-friendly hairstyles.