Sunday was wash day at my house. I ran the dishwasher, did a few loads of laundry, and washed my hair. The process of washing my hair can take all day. Literally.
After I wash it, then I put conditioner in it and let that sit for 20 minutes to a few hours depending on how dry my hair is feeling. I never really mean to leave it on for multiple hours, but I get into doing other things and then realize hours later that I need to rinse my hair or it will never dry before I go to sleep.
After I rinse out the conditioner, I put in a leave-in conditioner and detangle my hair. That can take about 20 minutes if I’m being gentle with myself. Then it’s time to style.
I recently returned to finger coiling my hair because it gives my curls more definition. I hate the process because it takes so long, but I usually like the results. Usually.
The next morning, I sat on the couch and uncoiled my hair while I watched the Today Show. When I went to the bathroom to finish getting ready, I looked in the mirror and was completely shocked. I looked like I had snakes coming out of my head. I was straight up Medusa, y’all! My hair was going every which way and no matter what I did, I couldn’t tame it. I. Was. Stressed. Then I said to myself, “Fuck it. Ain’t nothing I can do about it. Ima put on this suit and throw on some African jewelry, go to work, and act like I meant for my hair to look this crazy.” And that’s just what I did. When I went back into the bathroom to take a final look, I spotted the steamer I had just used to knock the wrinkles out of my suit and thought, “Hmmm…. why not?”
Yep, I hit my hair with that steamer, y’all and laughed the whole time I was doing it. Magically, it calmed the whole snake pit down. Couldn’t believe it.
I’m still not happy with the way my hair turned out, but at least I can live with it until next wash day.