As I'll be having a complete salon makeover tomorrow I think it's only appropriate that I dedicate this posting to....my hair :-D
They may say that hair is a woman's crowning glory but this particular crown has a life of its own - on good & bad hair days I have alternated between looking like Angelina Jolie at an awards ceremony & a cavewoman who just got out of bed.
Looking at my mane now ppl won't believe that I was actually born without a single strand of hair on my head. My mom said I was practically hairless from top to toe. I saw my 1st bday photos & all I could show back then was a sorry patch of mousy hair that Mom lovingly (and carefully) tied up with a gold ribbon. 3 yrs on & still no crowning glory in sight, Mom took drastic steps (at least for a 4-year-old it was) by using copious amounts of olive oil. I recall everytime after a bath I would try to bolt out of the bathroom as fast as I could only to be grabbed on the shoulder by Mom & forced to sit down to have my scalp massaged with olive oil....mind you, olive oil in those days was nothing like those you find today. They smelled like mashed kutu. I swear...it really did.
But Mom's gamble paid off.....in a matter of a few months I grew a headful of strong glossy hair in a dark brown shade that many liked. She then started complaining that I have too much hair whenever she gave me a haircut or perm & I would in return remind her that the whole kutu olive oil idea was HERS.
I may have had it layered, permed & cut in all possible ways but never had it gone above the shoulder for the past 8 yrs. I've lost count of the number of times the guys at salsa telling me that they contemplated suing me for battery & distress whenever my ponytail whipped their faces or making them chew on my hair everytime they led spins on me.
I guess familiarity sometimes breeds complacence. My long tresses & I have somewhat entered into a marriage of convenience....the safe way out but not necessarily the best thing that can happen. After some thought I think it's time for a divorce....or at least a trial separation.
So off it goes tomorrow....in a moment of madness it may even creep above my chin. But yes...the kutu oil not only gave me a thick mane, it also sped up its growth rate. So I know it won't be long before my salsa partners start complaining again.
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