Oh, Honey What Happened…

05 Jun Oh, Honey What Happened…

You guys know that I’ve been struggling with my hair here. I don’t have a hairdresser I’m especially comfortable with (though, I did find someone at DryBar) and I don’t like a lot of different people in my head.

To be completely honest, I really want to cut it off. Like, short, short, but I’m scurred. This heat makes me nervous, I need to be able to pull it up or something. Oh, I should mention that rarely, do I do my hair myself anymore. I’ve been getting by on event blowouts at work. But my hair was dirty, I didn’t have anything planned at work so I decided that I could wash my own hair. I’d done it like twice a week when I had a relaxer. Surely I could handle it in it’s natural form.

We’re not about to get into that good hair mess but I was confident I could do it because Lisa Price (slight #humblebrag moment) not only remembered my face but complimented my curl pattern. As I told my co-workers, yall may not know, but in brown-girl world, this is EVERYTHING.

I’ve been meaning to try a bunch of new products and armed with those, head into the shower confident in my future twist-out. I should mention that I have thick hair and started this process at 10pm. By the time I was out of the shower and had twisted up all of my hair, it was well after 12am (problem number one). It was storming when I woke up (problem number two) and when I untwisted my hair it was HUGE, plus certain sections were still damp (problem number three). I pulled some back into a low bun, satisfied and even sent pictures to my mom and besties to be sure it wasn’t too big and I wouldn’t scare the people at work.

I head out into the rain and wind. You see where this is going…

I finally make it to work, not thinking to check my hair when I hear, “Oh, honey! What happened?!”

I scared them. Cue wail-face emoji.

Here’s the thing though, I practically run to the bathroom only to see that it really isn’t that bad. The curls held and they’re just all over the place. It looks wild, but I don’t know that I would have seen someone (when it was clearly rainy and windy outside) with wild curly-ish hair and assumed some trauma took place. Sent another picture to my friends and mom, it’s higher, but I like it, my friends told me in group chat. “Too high,” said my mom. “Do you need money to get your hair done? Did you try to flat iron it?”

(The shade this woman throws… that’s a different post on a different day, though)

Aw, shoot. It’s that bad??

No, I told her, I wanted to see if I could do it myself. She hit me with the #oh.

Yall. Gather ’round. How are you doing your twist-outs? Is the rain what messed it up? Do I have to wash it and start over? Is my hair telling me #WildHairDontCare and I should just get over it??

(And shh, but do I need to get used to the weird looks at work?? Does it look unkept? You can be honest with me, I won’t be offended, promise)