*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?
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