A Woman's Hair

It's been said that a woman's hair is her pride & glory. When a woman doesn't have her hair done, she doesn't feel right. It's almost like a form of depression. On the contrary, when she does have that hair done, you can't tell her a damn thing!

I didn't know how deep that theory was and how emotional I get about my hair until Friday, February 13 when I got my hair fixed by a lady named Kay. Because the lady who normally does my hair has been sick and out of her shop, I had to get something done quick fast and in a hurry so I called her. On the phone, she talked a good game with that "what I normally do is.." crap. When I got at 9:40 for my 10 am appointment, I walked in and she greeted me and told me to come on and have a seat--keep in mind she did not know what I looked like from a can of paint. Then I looked at her head and that should've been my red flag. So I sat down anyway and let her do her thing.

When I spoke to her on the phone I asked her if she could do a sew-in and, enthusiastically, she told me yes. I'm sitting in the chair and she's braiding me up. That was cool. Then she started to sew the hair in and I kept hearing the scissors clipping. Come to find out, this heffa was cutting the tracks individually as if she were gluing them in. Never have I had a sew-in like that. Then when she was finished, she put some kind of spray on my hair that just had it looking all jacked up. The shop owner kept looking upside my head and because I was turned away from the mirror the entire time, I couldn't see what was going on. I'm mad because somebody saw it and should've stopped her when they saw the mess she was creating. When she finally spun me around, I wanted to cry and strangle her neck!! She asked me if I liked it and I didn't respond. I put half the money on the counter and I walked out; it was just that bad.

As soon as I got home, I went into the bathroom to do what women do best: try and fix it. There was nothing that I could do that could fix that ratchet mess. I sat down and looked in the mirror and I cried. Never has that happened to me. My feelings were hurt that she played me like she did and I was kind of embarassed by the mess she created of my hair. But I dealt with it, I figured out a way to make it look good enough for a few days until I went back to a real professional. By Monday, I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of feeling sad and depressed, all behind my hair. Hell I have bigger issues that I can be worrying about; my hair should not have been one of those. I took my hair down on Tuesday and that same day, I called this fabulous lady named Margeret. I'd been hearing about her and I'd even seen photos of her clients hair on her website. Let me just say that it was the best thing that happened to me. When I say the girl hooked me up, she did just that. She was quick, she was professional and she knew exactly what she was doing. The end result is amazing. I'm satisified and the Man is satisfied because now, he doesn't have to hear my mouth about how much I hate my hair.

I won't even post the God awful pictures of how that sew-in from Kay Wonderland looked but just know that it was horrible. She works at The Image on Belliaire. Please, please, please don't let her touch your head.

If you want a good, professional job, go see Margeret. Here's her website www.fandmorestudio.weebly.com so check her out. She has a special "introductory" rate going right now too.