Full of Words Wednesday: Hair Stories

I get a lot of questions about my hair. Mostly the questions come from folks not the same race as me, and that’s fine. A lot of the questions center around what exactly my hair is capable of doing. I’m sure that most of you who have been reading my blog for quite some time have kind of realized that I’m a bit of a no frills type when it comes to my locks. I’d rather the intricacy go into something else. Unfortunately, my hair rebelled at being ignored.

Yes, this a picture from a dentist visit sometime last week, and we are holding the Goliath sized teeth and toothbrush. My children also happen to look at ALL people like they are annoyed, not just me, so I’m pretty stoked about that. 
So I did this. Rather, my good friend did this for me. Let’s be clear. I can NOT replicate this if my life depended on it. She also clipped my ends (that were severely split) and made me look girly. It was achieved with a blow dryer, flat iron, and curling iron. More heat than my hair has dealt with in a bit of time, but it was necessary.  It last approximately four days before it went into a ponytail. And not for lack of trying either.  I do admit that I kind of like the way I look with it down. It reminds me of BEGGING my mother to let me wear my hair down when I was in school. BEGGING. Now I practically BEG Mr. Houseful to let me cut it all off. I mean, I could if I wanted to, I just want my husband to still want to look at my head in case I don’t do such a great job of cutting. 

So what do you think? I’d probably only do this four times a year. Specifically to trim my ends and give my natural hair a bit more of a twist.

That’s about it.

I love my hair, but darn it if it isn’t one of those pesky things that I just don’t have tons of time to cater to.