Archive for August, 2010

One Week Natural

Hello Peoples!

I know I haven’t been on in a while, but school just started and my world is a little topsy-turvy right now.

Anywho, today marks one week since I woke up, looked at my newly natural hair, and did NOT scream, “What have I dddoooonnnneeee???”

After having the most epic braid-out of all time, I pulled my hair back into a puff and decided to rock that for the rest of the week, cowashing my hair every morning between PT and class.  I swear, you’ll never know how awesome it is to be able to wash your hair after a work-out, slap some Uncle Funky’s Daughter Curl Magic on it, and walk out the door.  Natural hair is just so much simpler and more hygienic (in my experience) than relaxed hair!

Tonight, I plan to put in my first set of two-strand twists, just to see how they look on me at this length.  I plan to do it on stretched hair (from my puff) and, if they look good, I may just keep them in until the end of the week.

As you can tell, I’m really excited to finally have natural hair!  It’s so great!

More later on henna-ing (which I MAY just do this weekend) and my newest experiences with my puff of doom.

Peace, Love, and HAIR!


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How I BC’ed

Hi peoples!

It’s the first week of classes here at my school in Atlanta and EVERYONE I have run into has just loved my new hair.  All of my friends love it, strangers love it… even professors get a little curious.

I must say that, so far, I’m really happy with my decision to end my transition early.  My hair is much less time consuming to style, and I no longer have to run from the rain!  I also feel free to work out more often: I just sweat to my little heart’s content!

Anyhow, I figured it may help someone else out if I told how I went about cutting off my relaxed ends, what mistakes I made, etc…

Please remember that this all occurred after I washed and conditioned my hair, while it was still wet:

  1. I braided my hair all the way down to about a half-inch above the line of demarcation using Bee Mine Bee Hold Curly Butter.
  2. I isolated the straightened ends from the natural hair, then snipped them below the line of demarcation, leaving a short, scraggly end.
  3. I then went back and very carefully cut away the last little bit of relaxed hair.

I did this for every braid on my head, which turned out to be about 24 braids.  It made the cutting easier to manage, although it did take forever.  I started around 10PM and did not finish until about midnight, with the help of my roommate who sat behind me poking at my braids, saying, “There’s one!  Get it!  Get it!”


  • Definitely should have enlisted the help of my roommate from the very beginning.  I had to go back and re-trim numerous braids.
  • I braided my hair so tightly in the front that, when I finally got to that section, I couldn’t tell the relaxed hair from the natural and cut too conservatively (as I found out the next morning when I took my hair down for a braid-out).
  • I shouldn’t have BC’ed so late at night.  I was dead tired halfway through but I obviously had to finish what I started.

Well, I hope this helps you complete your transitioning journey (whenever you are ready).  Just know that I am very happy with my hair and don’t regret my decision (however hasty) to BC.

Peace, Love, and Big Chops,


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… during New Cadet Orientation in my Army ROTC unit this past weekend.

The Story:

My Army ROTC unit decided to have new cadet orientation this past weekend from 9-5, Saturday and Sunday, to introduce our freshmen (yay freshmen) to the Army way of life and teach them the basics of being a cadet.  We taught them how to wear the uniform, where to go for physical training, the standards they must uphold as a cadet, et cetera, et cetera…

So I’m sitting down, minding my own business, trying my best to be a good example to the freshmen and sophomores of how to act while in uniform… when we begin to talk about hair and the hair standards while in the army combat uniform.

And as 1 of 2 OBVIOUSLY natural-haired black women in the room, I began to feel the heat.  Of the 15 or so cadre that we have, about 8 of them are black, therefore, myself and the other natural, Stef (also my roommate, bestie, and the person I always sit by in class), sat enduring the goring stares of 16 skeptical eyes.  Fantastic.  All I wanted to do was start the year off right and I could already tell there was gonna be a problem.

… then the unthinkable happened: I was called upon to answer a question, before the entire class, about hair.  FML.

“How many headbands can you wear in uniform, Cadet [SuperCoils]?”

“Ummmm…. one.”

“Yes.  Earlier today you were wearing two but I see that you have corrected yourself.  Good job.”

“But… what if one headband doesn’t do the job?  What if you need more than one?”

As soon as I saw the look that came over the cadre’s face, I knew I’d made a mistake.  I just knew that I should have asked this question in private.  Why had I opened my big mouth???

“Well then, cadet,” the cadre says, smirking, eyes on my uncovered head, “looks like someone needs a perm, huh?”

A few cadets in the back snickered, but all I could hear in my mind were his words, echoing…


Next thing I know, another cadre is whispering in the first one’s ear, Stef is tapping me on my leg to sit down, and the first cadre (let’s call him “Sergeant DA”… and we all know what the “DA” stands for)  is rushing to rephrase his prior statement, starting with, “for all of you ladies out there who choose to go natural…”.

From what Stef says, I stood there for a full minute giving him the strangest look with my fist balled up.  The guy next to me, SuperFast (because he runs super fast) looked over at me after I sat down and said, “Damn, [SuperCoils]; you looked at that guy like you wanted to kill him.”

I didn’t… well, let me not lie: I kinda did.  I didn’t realize I’d stood there for so long.  I was just so shocked by what had just come out of his mouth that I couldn’t think of anything else to say.  I didn’t even realize I’d allowed my emotions to show on my face until Stef and SuperFast told me so.

The whole incident got me thinking about my natural hair journey in relation to the Army.  I knew that my cadre did not care that I was going natural.  As a matter of fact, as long as your hair is within regulations, they really don’t care about it at all.  I was just shocked that Sergeant DA thought that was funny, or even appropriate, in front of 90 other cadets.  It was embarrassing, and it caught me way off guard.  I mean, any other normal person and I would’ve almost seen it coming… but an NCO in the United States Army?  I mean damn, the first sentence of the NCO’s Creed is “No one is more professional than I.”  I’m just saying… really? We’re there now?

This occurred on Saturday, and by Sunday, I’d decided that transitioning in ROTC would just be too difficult.  I’d more than likely sweat my styles out during PT and I wouldn’t have the time to worry about my hair before class.  Furthermore, the next time I saw Sergeant DA, I really wanted to tell him what I thought of him and his ignorant comments without even saying a word.

So I went back to my dorm, washed my hair, picked up my 12 dollar shears, and ended my almost 17 month transition.

In other words, I BC’ed last night.

Peace, Love, and Shears,


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Hey Peoples,

This week has been VERY trying for me emotionally, physically, and… hair-ally?  We’ve almost completed the moving process, which involved A LOT of sweating, lifting, and losing stuff…

Like losing my beloved spray bottle.

I don’t know how this happened.  I honestly do not know.  I mean, my elderly aunts, grandma, mom, and I were all sitting around, packing things in boxes, shoving them in car trunks, and complaining about the heat.  It was your typical midsummer night’s NIGHTMARE here in Georgia and we were none to happy to be living it.  We take everything over to the new house, unpack, and put EVERYTHING in it’s rightful place; the food is in the kitchen, the TV is in the living room, my bed is in my room, et cetera, et cetera…

But somehow, my spray bottle just didn’t make it.  And I didn’t find this out at a decent time of day, oh no, because that would make life all too simple, now wouldn’t it?

I figured it out at 11:15 PM, after I’d already taken my hair down and broken out my Bee Mine Bee Hold Curly Butter in hopes of having extra sexy hair for once this week.  #failure  I looked like Buckwheat and was tearing my new place UP trying to find something that, in my mom’s words, “is less than a dollar at Wal-Mart”.  Then she proceeded to make a 10-10-3-2-1 reference that I refuse to repeat.

So, three headbands and a pair of orange “Jesus Sandals” later, I took the hint and went down to Wal-Mart with two dollars in my pocket and a dream between my ears: a dream that one day (preferably tomorrow), I would have a big, sexy, luxurious braid-n-curl of doom.  But alas, this is but the beginning of the journey.

So I walk into Wal-Mart in jeans, a t-shirt, and a fairly juicy-tabulous puff accented with two silver headbands, and all I want is a spray bottle.  I’m ignoring every guy I see (and I saw some cuties) in hot pursuit of my saving grace: a neon colored, barely functioning spray bottle.  Y’all, when I say I had that bottle in my hand in seconds, please know that I am NOT exaggerating.

The problem came when I got to the check-out line… the ONLY one that was open in the entire store.

The creepy man in front of me had a buggy FULL of groceries and felt the need to smile at me repeatedly; the creepy man behind me was far too close for my comfort and I’m absolutely positive that he forgot to brush that morning… and several mornings before that.


So I’m in line, with a bit of an attitude, waiting on Mr. Smiley in front of me to pay for his $199.81 (I kid you not) worth of midnight groceries when Sir-Stinks-A-Lot behind me does the unthinkable:

*in the most condescending voice ever* “Aye girl, when’s the last time you’ve seen a salon?”

Mr. Smiley froze, awkward smile in full effect, while the teenage dream (not) behind Sir-Stinks-A-Lot nearly chokes on his gum and I turn around after deciding, in that moment, that I had had just about enough that day.

“Gee, I don’t know… perhaps it was around the same time that you saw a toothbrush… NOW BACK UP.  You are too stinky to be standing so close to civilized people!”

Yeah, I said it.  Am I tall enough to be talking to random people like that?  Maybe not… but all 132 pounds, 5 feet, and 2 inches of me meant it.  F his whole stinky life.

Teen Dream nearly pisses himself laughing, Mr. Smiley’s jaw hits the floor, and Sir-Stinks-A-Lot shuts his mouth (thank God).  I know this is wrong, but it felt sssoooo incredibly good to take out my frustrations on a perfectly deserving person.  I mean, seriously, that junk is better than sex.  You guys should try it.

The best part of the situation came 3 minutes later when I left Wal-Mart with my spray bottle, a small bag of Reece’s Pieces, and lot of stress off my back.

Peace, Love, and Spray Bottle Drama,


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…because when you move, you have to steal your neighbors’ sucky internet in order to post to your blog.  Please bear with me.  I have a few articles written up, but probably won’t upload them until tomorrow, when I make my trip to McDonald’s to use their super-fast internet!

Peace, Love, and Internet,


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Hi Again,

I’m not gonna lie… I’m really bored right now.  I decided to take a break from moving all of this junk BY MYSELF in a Corolla (do you know how difficult that is) and write, but I can’t will myself to get back up.  I’m just extra comfortable right now, with my feet propped up on my mom’s hardly used Ab Lounger and my TV on some obscure local channel.  All I can see is this screen, a maze of boxes, and my cute little red toenails in front of me.  All I need is some sort of fruity drink with a slice of pineapple and one of those mini-umbrellas perched on the edge, and my life would be 18 different kinds of perfect right now.

I take that back… I’d also need a dark, sexy man with dreadlocks rubbing me down with some unpronounceable oil.  Yeah… that’s paradise.

But, since I see neither a pina colada or a tall, dark, bare-chested masseuse in my immediate future, I decided to do another Top 10 post.  I figure this could become something I do every week or so.

That being said, here are my top ten products (for all of you product junkies out there):

  1. Bee Mine Bee Hold Curly Butter (Makes the boys go crazy)
  2. AfroVeda Totally Twisted Ginger Almond Butter
  3. AfroVeda Pur Whipped Gelly (finally used this separately from the butter and found that it has great edge control, but a slightly crunchy hold.  Still though, I carry a small container around with me for frizz-mergencies)
  4. RenPure “My Pretty Hair is Parched” Shampoo and Conditioner Set (in my world, that only counts as one product)
  5. Giovanni Smooth as Silk Conditioner
  6. Jamila Henna (of course!  My hair is still so very soft and smooth!  My curls are clumping even with the relaxed ends on!)
  7. Kinky Curly Curling Custard and Kinky Curly Knot Today (I count these as one product because I only use these together on clean hair, or else I get little white balls of grossness all throughout my hair.  #notsexyatall)
  8. Aussie Smooth 3 Minute Miracle Deep Conditioner (I love using this on my hair dry as a “prepoo”.  It also works well mixed with honey and castor oil.)
  9. Shea Moisture’s Curl Enhancing Smoothie, for smoothing my edges while wearing a puff as well as soothing scalp itches.
  10. Creme of Nature Argan Oil Setting Lotion (for giving my relaxed ends some hold)

That’s it for me.  I’m gonna go force myself to pack and move more boxes now (le sigh).  In the meantime, tell me what your favorites are!

Peace, Love, and Products,


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Hello World!

Today’s been a pretty busy day, but I found myself thinking about my transition and looking for inspiration in my journey.  There are so many things that I’ve learned, and so many mistakes that I’ve made.  The first natural style I ever did was on January 10th of this year, and I’ve since collected plenty of tools that have allowed my to continue my transition with some genuinely fly styles.  Here are the tools I simply couldn’t live without:

  1. Yellow flexi-rods
  2. Jilbere Shower Comb
  3. My Denman brush
  4. My spray bottle
  5. My applicator brush
  6. Pyrex Bowl (for heating, mixing, and storing henna and conditioner mixes)
  7. My fingers (for more gentle detangling)
  8. End Papers (for curling my relaxed ends)
  9. HUGE Alligator Clips (for keeping my hair out of the way)
  10. Satin Bonnet (for when I sleep in a style!)

What are your favorite tools???

Peace, Love, and… Tools (that’s not OK),


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