Summer Adventures: It's Just Hair...Isn't It?

*Yawns* Ah, it's so early in the morning and I'm up and at work, but before I start trudging along about the woes and wonders of today, I'm going to hit the reward button really quick and talk about the week that just pasted. And boy what a week it was! I believe the place I left off in the last part was 'blue hair and a change in scenery'. I think I even called it The Augusta Chronicles or something like that, but before I dive into the amazing week I had at my sister's, I want to section off the blue hair part into it's own post. Great! Sounds perfect, I'll start from there.

So the blue hair comment is in reference to me getting blue tracks put in my hair. Yes, that's right. Tracks (the easiest way for a black woman to change her hair, without changing her hair). I used to not be a fan of weave, extensions, fake hair, any of it. For the most part I'm still not. For example, I don't believe in weave for the sake of lengthening ones hair. Maybe it's just me, but I think black women can obtain long hair if they just take care of the stuff they have, but then again who am I to judge? To each her own. But what I absolutely hate is when women have weave in their hair that's obviously weave (i.e. the tracks are showing, it's the wrong color, the hair is cheap quality). If you're gonna do it, at least do it right and have it looking nice.

The reason I decided to embark on the weave journey is to test out different colors in my hair. I feel like I have this punk, rock, just-wanna-wear-my-chucks, Hot Topic style that's not displayed by my outer appearance. Everything else could be on point. I'd have my Tokio Hotel band tee, dark jeans with the double wide black belt and beckle holes going all the way around it, my classic blacks, jewelry (my chainmail bracelet and my favorite silver necklace from the anime NANA), black nail polish (feeding the stereotype), and what would be, could be, should be, the quench hitter, the deal breaker, the style to end all- maybe a pink, blue, or purple streak right in the front where my hair swoops to the side- is a freaking kill joy, because it's not there.

And there's a good reason it's not there. Getting color in my hair would be a process. A painstaking process. It's not as easy as grabbing some bleach and semi-permanent dye from Spencer's and getting my roommate to apply everything. To do this would include a trip to the beauty salon, continuous usage of a certain shampoo and conditioner (pH level can't be too high), and daily application of moisturizer and oil. Unfortunately the process isn't as easy as it is for my Caucasian counterparts. For a long time I resented that too. Didn't want to believe it even, because like I said I'm not a big fan of the methods black women have to use to change their hair, but I wanted the color. And if I wanted the color I was gonna have to do a little accepting and compromising. In the end it turned out okay. The style was a little more classier than I wanted, if you can even consider having blue hair classy. Anyway the color was kind of dark so it wasn't that noticable. Not unless I was in bright light, or the person looking was in my face like 'Hey! How ya doing?'. Would I get colored tracks again? Maybe. Am I ready to dye my own hair? Not at all. But one day. It's just a matter of building up the courage to do it and having the discpline to maintain it.


Oh yeah(This is kind of like the p.s. of the post)- I wanted to write about it, but didn't know where to put it. I bought the hair from C.C. Beauty and Beyond beauty supply store after Taylor (the little sister) and I came from church. The store is run and owned by Asians (i think they were Korean ^_^). Actually most hair care and beauty supply stores that cater to black women are owned by Asians. In Chris Rocks's movie Good Hair (amazing movie, recommend it to anyone) I think the statistics were as such: 20% of the Black hair care retail industry is owned by Blacks. 75-80%( basically everything else) is owned by Asians- Chinese and Korean. Now why do you think that is?

Summer Adventures: The Beginning

RAWR! Ok now that that's out of my system, to begin!! Honestly speaking I don't exactly know how "adventurous" my summer will be. The only things I have planned for it are work and school. But I did make a New Year's Resolution to see everything that happens in life as an adventure, so in keeping true to that now my Summer Adventures series begins.

School officially ended for me on May 6 around 3:40, but because I still had so much to do- bite my nails until grades came in, work, take one friend home on Friday, and another friend to the airport Saturday morning- I don't consider officially having started my break until Saturday when I was finally able to crawl into my bed and collapse without a care in the world. Yea right! I don't even think I went to sleep when I got back. Too much stuff to do. Too many places to go, so in all honesty even if it didn't feel like break just yet, it really did start May 6 at 3:40 after my last final.

But those things to do and places to go- not exaggerations. The following Sunday was Mother's Day and the day after was my father's birthday. Yea, busy right? So in celebration of both events I took my family, yes I meaning funded by me, to visit the New World of Coke building. It was pretty cool to say the least. I didn't bring a camera so no fantastic memories of the inside. Just a $27 memorial picture and a free bottle of most likely flattened coke to set it apart from dreaming. That and the $60 debt that shows up on my statement every time I bank online. *sniff* I hardly knew ye :'( , but I disgress.


My favorite parts had to be the 4-D movie and the tasting room, but mostly the tasting room. Now I'm not much of a soda drinker, actually I don't drink soda at all, but for this occasion I broke my ban and cheated....alot. With coke beverages from all around the world I cheated. And when we got to the coke classic flavors like regular, cherry, diet, lime, and vanilla I almost died. If I had any weakness for coke beverages, or soda in general, it'd have to be Vanilla Coke. People think I'm weird, but it's just that good to me. With every other flavor it was a taste here, a sip there, but believe me when I say that my little plastic cup was brimming with Vanilla Coke. My little sister got on me so bad for it. She said right to my face, "That's not right. You're cheating more than cheating." She's a non-soda drinker too. I'd like to think I had something to do with that myself. It doesn't matter anyway I ended up having to throw the Vanilla Coke away. It had to be consumed in the taste room and my stomach nor my throat could handle me wolfing down a carbonated drink like all sense was lost to me.

In the end my family and I left the World of Coke happy people. My dad was smiling so that had to be a good thing. We were all together and no one had gotten chewed out....yet. We ended our little family day in Atlanta with one extremely greasy, extra unhealthy, yet very delicious meal. Yep that's right. We went to the Varsity ;) . One of Atlanta's classics. And that about wrapped it up for our World of Coke Mother's Day/birthday celebration. My dad took off work for his actual birthday, but I don't think much happened. Then again I wasn't there the majority of the time. To explain the reasons why would lead into an entirely different adventure including blue hair and a change of scenery. That'll have to wait until next time, so don't be a stranger. Summer Adventures: Augusta Chronicles, coming soon!