Sunday, November 11, 2007
Holy GAUCAMOLE that took long!!!
I have the assurance of why I love the teeny weeny afro. Teeny weeny afros are really cute, cheap to rock, and do not make my spine feel as if it is going to collapse on itself.
I went back to Nina this morning, having spent five hours with her yesterday. I spent another ten with her today.
Yes. Another ten.
It wasn't all her fault. Most zillions are done with two or three braiders in shops. Nina is on her own, and I'd dare say a good many of her customers do not have a really bad case of Fibromyalgia Disorder slash Chronic Pain Disorder (believe it or not, some doctors say those are two different things).
I went in for the zillions in a fit of African missionary inspired inspiration. The worst part is that is absolutely a true statement. I wanted to try out hairstyles. I wanted something that would hold up for international travel for a couple of weeks, and still make me look fabulous! I'd forgotten it takes several years off one's life span to get zillions. My spine forgot. All I could see was one fly missionary being the hands and feet of Jesus with really cute hair. Even though nobody I'd actually serve would care what my hair looks like. And YES! I know that's vain. Do not think for one moment I'm not vain! I want to look cute! I wear all day lipstick even when I am sick and languishing in misery in bed, but darn it, I've got the most kissable lips for a semi conscious person you'd ever want to see!
I don't want to look twenty, but darn it, I want to work 43 like it'll be gone next year. And yes! I need prayer about that. Don't say I never gave you anything to talk to God about.
But I digress...
After about eight hours I still had a goodly portion of hair left in the front, but if Nina didn't stop braiding she'd have to finish on my corpse! She offered to cornrow the front to save time, and God knows, by then I may have let her talk me into keeping a small tuft of "afno" in the front as a fashion statement. But she didn't want me to go out like that, and I couldn't take anymore.
So, now I've got cornrow/zillions! And THANK GOD I'm done. The next few weeks will spent determining whether or not I will try this EVENT again before I head to the Motherland.
A teeny weeny afro sounds really good tonight. And I did notice that girl cannot rock a hairstyle that cost so much financially and PHYSICALLY when she is ready to rip out her spine with her bare hands, hold it up to God, and say, "Can we try that again, please?"
You know, I could play with color for the low 'fro. Get a fierce lining. And don't a lot of women and girls in Swaziland wear their hair like that anyway??? I'd be right at home.
Ack! What an ordeal.
Pax et Bonum,