Who I am

I have been thinking about my hair a lot lately
I was fortunate enough to be interviewed by another blogger at
Crown and Temple.  The post about being a professional woman with natural hair is here .  The experience made me reflective.
I love my hair.  I love its curls. I love its twists. I love its kinks. I even love the knots.

Actually. That was a lie.  I hate the knots.  I have to keep my hair tied up during the weekend or I will pull out all of the knots.  It is a nervous habit, I guess.  It actually hurts me.  Can you believe that I have the nerve to be tender-headed?
I have a collection of hair clips, bands, combs, brushes, and books. The collection could be considered out of control. 
Eh.  Maybe not, it certainly does not rival my yarn, knitting needles, crochet hooks, craft books, and bead collection.  Nothing will. Not even my love of chocolate. 


 I will share a secret. 



My favorite possession... The denman brush . Oh my gawd. This brush has awesome written all over it.  I use it for bushing my hair after applying styling products and wrapping my hair after it has been flat ironed. It amazes me so much, I would forgo chocolate for a month in order to have it.  

 I want more shirts with afros on it. I am gathering a collection of sorority inspired shirts that reflect my love for my hair.  You can  send any gifts to me, my email is ibfrizzy@gmail.

Despite all my years in the sorority, I did think that my hairstyle might keep me from being considered for higher positions.  Instead, my work in the sorority made me the natural choice for those positions.  So, on my first day as president, I wore my glorious hair natural and not pressed and proceeded to forget the names of my executive board.   

Finally, I would be willing to mortgage my house to buy this print.







When it became available a few years ago, I waited too long to purchase it. It is back and looks a little different.  It is also quite a bit more expensive. 


Alas..... I may never be able to hang it on my wall opposite this beauty.  
To the archives after the jump

It is just hair

It is about time I have a hair post.

I have not had a permanent relaxed hairstyle in about ten years.  My final relaxer appointment was in November of 1999. I started my journey with roller sets.  I graduated to single strand twists.  For a few years, I enjoyed double strand twists.  Those became too expensive to maintain while I searched for  a house and I moved to the afro-puff. My hair broke off after a bad coloring job (professional) and I maintained the afro-puff for a few years.  Now, I am exploring flat ironed hair in the winter and double strand twists in the summer.  I am having a ball.  I don't know what I will do with my hair next and I love the flexibility.

I referenced several books back in 1999 before I made this decision.

No LyeThe book just reaffirmed my decision. 

I know longer have any of these books. I have given them all away to people who wanted to explore life after the relaxer.
BTW it is a little creepy that Amazon.com has my ordering history cataloging that far back. 
No Lye
Hair Raising
Good Hair

I would not suggest investing a lot into these types of books.  The books tend to chronicle the experiences of the author and the author's friends.  The advice is not always the best and the product recommendations should be taken as a suggestions.  
More later.  



From 1997 to 2010.
Hmm, the slideshow is not here. 
From the Frizzy Archives after the jump

Holiday Seasons

The Questions

That time of year, that I sometimes dread approaches. You call it the Holiday Season. I call it the season of inane and meddlesome questions. I wonder if I should consider spending the holidays drinking myself into oblivion, gorging on Christmas cookies, and having long, meaningful conversations with my cat? I should mention that I get lots of invitations. I love it. Family and friends always reach out to their single friend or cousin. Good Times......

The first question. “Where are you spending Thanksgiving this year?” This is to remind me that I do not have a family of my own. Not even a family of a significant other. It is just me. I am the single cousin or friend that doesn’t belong anywhere.

I arrive at the event and more questions ensue. There are the inevitable questions about my weight. As if I am not aware when I have either gained or lost weight since last year. Very irritating. Or that I forgot my days in college when I was a picky eater and dropped down to 115 lbs.

I don’t get the hair questions as much as often anymore. My relatives have finally adopted the belief that my hair will not see a perm again or a weave. Yet, some guest will mention that she tried the go natural but when she could not pull a comb through her hair she had to get it fixed. Or that the itching, the dryness or the naps were too much to take. These statements in effect announce to the group that I must not be able to get a comb through my itchy, dry, nappy hair. Thanks.

The dating questions are still a hot topic. “Who am I dating… Why not that one guy anymore?… Well what is up with him?” I can’t read men’s minds. My favorite question is “Well why aren’t you married, yet?” I haven’t found the perfect reply. I usually just respond as if the question was so utterly stupid that I forgot to answer it. Perhaps, I should say that I am married to Jesus.

Seriously, I could fabricate a man with a year’s worth of history and tell our story for the next two months. No, it would be easier to say that I vowed celibacy in 2002. I am well aware that wife and mother are among the traditional stages of life for a woman. I am sorry to disappoint. If this were truly a concern of my family members and friends someone would find out what I was looking for in a man and find that man for me. In other words be my matchmaker and stop talking to me like I am on my way to Spinsterhood.

The procreation questions….. As we watch someone’s child run into the arms of his/her mother and cries because Lil Bibi hit him/her. Someone will look at me and ask, “Don’t you want kids? Just like these? You know if you wait too long you will not be able to have kids?” As another child runs through the kitchen and destroys an antique dish someone else will ask, “Don’t you want to take one home with you?” Not really. I do want people who are not fertility experts, adoption agency employees, and midwives to stop giving me their backwards advice.

Of course someone’s uncle always flirts with me. It never fails. He is usually a handsome older man that may or may not be married or he is the uncle that still wears a jherri curl. It’s not that I don’t mind the attention, it is just creepy. I think I will use the imaginary boyfriend story for him this year.

Then there is that attitude of "she is so educated she will never marry and have kids." I am not a misfit or unpopular. Yes, I might be lazy but I am not helpless. Stopping sighing and talk to me about my life - and not at me, about your life. Next year, I am going on a cruise.

Oh, Yeah Happy Thanksgiving.

Life, Love, Hair and Work

Life
Love
Hair and
Work

The subtitles of my life. What should be written after the colon.
Risnfall: Life, Love, Hair and Work
There isn't much more than that.