D-Day at the Salon
Long hair...chewed up ends
The long awaited day finally arrived. My day at the salon. Saturday, Feb. 20. And apparently, for the sake of my hair it couldn’t come soon enough.
Two nights earlier, I’d rinsed my hair and did something I rarely do; I did a blow out with a blower dryer and then flat ironed my hair. I have to say I’m not very good at this. Back in the day, when I used to do a press n curl all the time, I didn’t have this much hair, and I had really mastered how to do it.
Now I haven’t pressed my hair regularly since the early 80s. And apparently that time lapse, coupled with my length has made it difficult to get good results under the best circumstances. Well trust me, these were not the best circumstances, which means I was doomed from the start.. First of all, I couldn’t find any pressing oil or hair grease in the house. Shoot not even an old jar of Ultra Sheen or can of Royal Crown. Then I couldn’t find my pressing comb. Hmmm…did I throw that away? So, I um…flat ironed it dry. Lawd hammercy. When I was nearly finished, I spotted a jar of (ok get ready) vaseline. Uh…yeah. So I used that to soften it up a bit. It worked, but gawd y’all vaseline?
So, while I didn’t get the best results, it did help me find out what I needed to know for sure. And what I saw, as you can tell from this picture confirmed what I suspected for a really long time. My ends were shot. I know I thought at least two inches had to come off. The beautician two days earlier said she thought the same thing too. But seeing my hair like this is what made that assessment REAL.
Yowser…this is really bad.
So Saturday, I get to More Hair Salon by Kessa, the name of which is a play off her full name Kessa Moore. Eighty percent of her clientelle is now natural. Some opting for press n curls while others choosing to wear their hair natural. She’s also a certified sister lock technician, and she wears them herself. In addition both her young daughters have sister locks. They’re adorable. I know I’m in good hands.
From the comb down is what she wants to cut off.
I sit in her chair, and tell her I’m afraid my hair is not healthy. I point out the damage. She does an elasticity test and tells me she thinks it’s in good shape. That’s the good news. The bad news is that she thinks I need MORE THAN TWO INCHES cut off. I sigh…really? Well let’s get some pictures and then just get it over with.
There...it's a done deal. And it wasn't THAT painful. Nope not at all.
Time to Shampoo
Ever since I made up my mind to get this done, this is the part that I was most looking forward to. The shampoo. Kessa has done my hair one time previously and she gave a good message and scratched my itchy scalp till I was in heaven. So I couldn’t wait, and she didn’t disappoint. You can tell by the pics how good this felt. This all by itself was soooo worth the visit.
Time to Blow Dry
Now I’m NOT sure this is a good idea. I’ve already tortured it once this week by my own hand with a blow dryer. I tried to be gentle but in my opinion blow drying is one of the worst things you can do to nappy hair. She asks me if I want to sit under the dryer instead. Well it’s getting late and my photographer, my friend Regina, is dog tired and keeps falling asleep. I have to repeatedly wake her up to get some pics. Plus, I need to be done more quickly so I can make it to my niece’s basketball game at 5:30. She’s a freshman this year and she plays varsity. It’s one of their last games in regular season play, and I don’t want to miss it. So blow dry it is. Kessa is the professional and she should know what she’s doing. I sit back and hope for the best.
She spritzes my hair with some Infusium 21 and gets started.
After a while, I start to think it’s a good thing I’m not tender headed cause while this doesn’t hurt as in, I’m not in excruciating pain, I have to tell ya that my scalp is starting to feel sore with all the pulling its been through over the past couple of days. First my feeble attempt to blow dry and flat-iron it. And now I’m going through it again. I’m really starting to feel it in the back lower crown area where my hair draws up tighter than a fist. That’s where I feel the pulling. I’ll be really glad when she moves on from there and gets finished.
All Done. Thank goodness!
Time for a Press n Curl.
When I decided to let her blow dry my hair, I was pretty resigned to letting her do a press n curl. It’s been five years since I’ve had my hair pressed professionally. And I’ve never had a bad experience with regard to having any kinda of damage to my hair. But I also wasn’t getting it pressed all the time…just for special occasions. Truthfully, the only time I’ve had heat damage is when I did it myself. And that was with a pressing comb that you put on the stove where you can’t control the heat setting. In the hands of an inexperienced person heat like that is a dangerous thing. But Kessa does this everyday, so it wasn’t hard to trust that Kessa knew what she was doing. So I sat back and relaxed and let her do her thang.
Now I thought this was going to take hours but girlfriend whipped through my hair in just a little over an hour. Add the time it took to curl it and all told, I was in and out of her shop in about 3 hours flat.
And Here’s the Finished Do!
I hate it! LOL! Too many curls. She asked me if I just wanted a few or a whole lot of curls, and I opted for the latter. Big mistake. Even back when I was pressing my hair in my teens and early 20s and later as a permie, I never did like having a head full of curls. I always liked and thought I looked better with just bumping the ends or something like that. That’s probably why I wore a bob cut for years; it’s classic and timeless and fits nearly any face shape. But since this straight-hair thing doesn’t happen that often, I wanted to try something different. But it wasn’t meant to be. When she finished putting in all these curls, neither she nor I couldn’t get it styled quite right, and
I look like an overweight, middle-aged woman. Oh wait. I am! One of these days I’m do something about that. The overweight part that is.
I wore it out and about and ran into people who have never seen me with straight or curly hair. One lady at my niece’s game said, “Oh, now I like THAT!” Well we all know what that comment implies. So whatever dudette!
No matter though cause my naps will be back soon enough. It’s day two, and I’m missing them already.