Cry Baby
11 September 2007 at 12:11 pm by Nikki
Okay, I wimped out. I couldn’t go through with letting the barber cut it all off. I started crying in the chair while he was cutting it, and then he finally broke down and said, “I can’t do. I can’t do it, Nikki. ”
But let me start by telling you why I was really getting it cut in the first place….
One of my locs in the top of my head had gotten extremely brittle and broke off, leaving a gap in the top. Well, nobody noticed it, but it troubled me. I liken it to wearing all white and getting a drop of spaghetti on your clothing. Nobody may even notice it, but I’ll know it’s there.
It was really irking me to see that gap in my hair, so I went through the tedious process of unlocking it. I thought by cutting my hair, I could have it evened up and start anew. I thought I wanted the barber to cut it to the point that I was damn near bald, but both the barber and I wimped out.
Instead, he left enough on my head for me to retwist, and that was the perfect compromise. So here’s the before and after.
Before & After
On last week, I took my locs down after wearing them for a year. That only lasted a couple of days, because I ended up retwisting them again. Well, guess what? Last night, my mother helped me take them down again. I think I’m ready to do the big chop once more. I scheduled an appointment to see a barber in the morning.
I feel the need for another change. So here’s one last look at my freshly picked out ‘fro before the cut. As you can tell, it’s grown out quite a bit since the last time you’ve seen it. Just as I’d gotten my Cindy Blackman ‘fro the perfect length for me, dang!
Before the cut
I’m due to pick up my brother from the airport in a couple of hours. He flew to Los Angeles on Thursday to participate in his best friend’s wedding, which was on Saturday. My brother was the best man. And as best man, his best friend gave him a Tag Heuer watch as a present for standing by him on his special day.
Tag Heuer? Are you shitting me? These watches don’t come cheap. How come I’ve never gotten a cool ass gift for being in a wedding? Heck, I’ve been the maid of honor a couple of times and I can’t even begin to tell you the many times I’ve been a bridesmaid in someone’s wedding. Why couldn’t I get a Tag Heuer watch?
So let’s get a rundown of some of the gifts I have received over the years for being in a wedding:
- Crappy looking dresses that I wouldn’t ever wear again in life.
- Cheap looking jewelry that may have been bought in bulk from Claire’s.
- A pair of stockings. (Who does that? Can you actually believe that a bride bought her bridesmaids a pair of stockings each?)
- A pair of dyeable pumps from Butlers or Bakers that hurt my feet the entire time that I wore them during the wedding. (Thanks Connie, I sooooo didn’t need those.)
- $100 gift certificate from Victoria’s Secret, an all day spa treatment, a trip to Puerto Rico and a leather-bound journal engraved with my name. (Okay, this one wasn’t so bad. Good lookin’ out, Devin.)
What I’m trying to say here is that most times women get awful gifts for standing up for their girl on her special day. Sometimes you get some decent gifts, but 90% of the time, you never even use what you’ve been given. It’s like, “Is this how you think of me? Is that all that our years of friendship has amounted to? A pair of stockings………really? You shouldn’t have. No, you really shouldn’t have!”
I’m a Tar-jay (that’s Target in case you didn’t know) kinda girl. Always have been, always will be. I can always find a good bargain when I go there. But every once in a while, I’ll hit up a Super Wal-Mart when I can’t find something I need at Target.
So I decided to stop at the Super Wal-Mart in Madison, MS since I was out that way the other day, and I was floored by what I’d seen. Yeah, I know Wal-Mart pretty much has some of everything nowadays, like a McDonalds or an auto care center, but this Wal-Mart has everything but a nightclub and a church in it.
There’s a Subway restaurant, an optometrist, a health clinic, a hair/nail salon, etc. I mean you can literally go to the doctor and get your hair done in the same place. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day Wal-Mart starts specializing in funeral supplies. You can come in, buy groceries, get your tires rotated and pick up a casket for Madea’s funeral.
