I've decided to once again do the vlog, along with the blog, at least thru the Summer Time (cue Summertime Jam -- I so feel the need to get jiggly with it...)
(Summer, summer, summertime (ooOoooh summertime!)
Time to sit back and unwind (time to sit back aaaaand uunwind) Here it is the groove slightly transformed
Just a bit of a break from the norm
Just a little somethin' to break the monotony
Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
A little bit out of control it's cool to dance
But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the base and let the alpine blast
Pop in my and let me run a rhyme
And put your car on cruise lay back cause this is summertime)
/sidebar, my b.
Anyway, here is the intro to my summertime v-logging on YouTube and on this blog. I will discuss any and all topics. Most of you already know I'm a Jill-of-all-Trades so I'll be chatting about everything Ayesha-esq.
I was recording on my iPhone when my son decided to call me, from the pharmacy exactly 2ft away from me, to tell me he was on his way out, as if I would not have been aware when he simply walked out. Lol. So the phone just froze. *anger. management. like. a. muuuuug.* Word, cuz I was in a zone. (Can someone play back my last few lines...? Yeah, turn me up in my head piece, yo. Thanks, dawg--that would be me in the studio, yaaamean...anyway, on to the next round).
What I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted *staring at Sineca* was that: I was tear-jearkingly tender-headed and in the 70's lots of mothers just used the relaxed method of hair care for the sake of ease and time management. For some however, it was to assimilate, and no hard-feelings or judgments. It was a different place and a different time. WOmen all over the world have always wanted to have long, luxurious, healthy hair. The problem is having a relaxer damages the hair and stunts its growth cycle. I never had a problem with growing my hair, so to speak, but its fuller and longer than I have allowed it to grow since I was about 15 years old
I was the 2ponytail queen. My best friend who now lives in Georgia (I have two) with her husband Keble, and two beautiful kids (Sophia and Nathan), the longest constant awesome relationship I have ever had (Felicia Passley...heyyyyyy, Fee!), used to say to me that I was the only girl she knew who actually had ponytails as opposed to pigtails, lol. I'll add photographic proof of that if I can find one before I publish this post. Oh and not to be slighted my bestie who lives in Rhode Island and has an awesome furniture restoration business, Ingrid Fisher (dezignature401.blogspot.com) just stares at me when my hair is all insane like, really Eesh?
Yes, mami, really...my hair has a mind of her own. I try to mind my biz and I let my hair, Lola we call her, do her own thaaang.
My mother and I had no need to assimilate or try to fit in, not back in the day and not Today. Neither of us has ever really been a person of the norm, lol...my Mommikins follows the rules of religion though (most often) and clearly I make my own rules, as I go along (how IS that working out for ya?), but her reasoning was not one of the cultural/traditional black-girl rite of passage, it was one of convenience. I am unable to even begin the explanation on my trials and tribulations BEFORE having my hair professionally relaxed. It was scary! Even the flashbacks make me cringe. I threw fits and tantrums like you would not believe because, unbeknownst to the masses, that jank hurt like a muuuuug. I refused cornrows/hair pressing/combing/untangling etc., because 1) It took too long to accomplish; 2) It hurt like a m'fer to create patterns beside the fact that I gave zero fawks on how cute it would look; and 3) My mother could barely make a straight part, forget about cornrows and cute hair styles.
I had three sets of GodParents (I know, its ridiculous but iiwii) and each of my godmothers (OMG, my love for both my TeeTee Sarah (Husband Uncle Benjamin) and my other mother Nettie (married when I was born but his name escapes me) is unmatched -- I have seen neither hide nor hair of Miko Lee (husband Herbie) since I was somewhere around 13!) was a stylist. My mom, however, was then and still is now, a bit of a prissy Southern Belle in some ways so, off to the hair salon I went for the relaxer and every other week until I was 11 (my godmothers did my hair in between those times).
My hair has never fallen out, it is pretty ridiculously resilient and strong as its run every color of the gamut. No word of a lie, lol. I have been a honey blond, a red head, a blue-black head, an auburn /brunette...you name it! and its been just fine. It happens to be doing this sexxy grey streaky thing now. Awesomeness!
I was just literally sick of the relaxer's necessity for professional hair care/cost. Yes, I did the relaxer myself every 3-4 weeks but then it needed to be blow-dryed and some more ish, and Sweet Brown has already told y'all: Ain't nobody got time fa dat!
Ok, LoveBuggies, hit me up in the box below with any comments or questions when I start up with my little bitty know-how or just to say: What it do?
Aiiiight? Aiight.
Oh, here's a pic...the bottom left is me at 4 or 5, I cannot remember it has certainly been quite a while! Maaaan, #whatchuknowaboutdat Geranimals style...?
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