I've settled into some kind routine and I've become complaisant.
Whether it's regarding food, travels or clothes, I have some requirements and habits and tend to stick to them. I apply the same rule when it comes to my hair (or my daughter's). I'm not the one who will try out loads of products. Non!
I know what hairstyles suit me; doesn't matter what you may say, I will stick to what I am more comfortable with.
So, when my friend T came over to mine just as I was about to start to do some flat two-strand twists on my hair and offered to cornrow it, I was very quick to politely decline her offer. Unfortunately, T is one of these women who do not take no for answer.
So, despite all my usual prerequisites, I let her cornrow my hair.
To my defense, it was a Wednesday evening. I had just come back from work and still needed to bath my daughter, wash her hair since she came back from nursery with a head full of sand, get her clothes and mine ready for the next day, and finish a bloody report on Excel for work. I was trying to do my hair she was finishing her dinner.
I was exhausted and a bit relieved at the prospect to have somebody taking care of me for a change.
The plaits came out pretty nicely but I was worried about the curl pattern I would achieve, or whether or not I would achieve any because the cornrows were inverted.
I went to bed and woke up to this:
I wasn't sold. I quickly dashed to the bathroom to co-wash my hair and create a wash and go style as quickly as I could.
I was obviously late for work.
T, your cornrows were lovely, but from now on I will continue to stick to what I know best! Merci!
Vanessa
XOXO
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