I haven’t been able to find my camera since around June 2010. I know it’s somewhere in the house, I just don’t know exactly where. I’ve been taking pictures on my cell phone and uploading them, but the USB cable broke. So, I’ll probably be unable to continue, or my pictures will be a day late (because sending pictures through the email feature is ridiculously slow). Here’s my self portrait from the other day, after I washed my hair:
I don’t know why I look so…disturbed. I was going for “pensive.”
Here’s something that makes me happy-my son checking his email.
Not going to happen.
Since cutting my hair, I’ve been attempting to figure out what works best for my not so teeny weeny afro. Some parts are curlier than others, some parts are cottony, but all of it gets squished at night when I put on my satin bonnet.
Last night, I made an attempt to cornrow my hair.
This morning, I took out the 4 big braids in the hopes that my curls would still be intact. No such luck. I look like I stuck my finger in a light socket. Hair is sticking up in straight and curly sections, and it just looks crazy. I guess twist outs will not be in my future. It seems like I’m going to have to wet my hair thoroughly each morning for it to look the way I want it to.
Ladies who are going the natural route, what do you do with your hair at night?
Curry chicken, jasmine rice, and fried plantain.
Last night’s dinner came from the Caribbean region of the spice rack. While my mother is from Trinidad, there are some things we usually bought from the store…I remember her making stew chicken, macaroni pie, sorrel, and rice and peas, but for curry chicken, doubles, roti, and most sweets we went to Ali’s or Allan’s.
So, thanks to Nineteen Sixty Nine, I’ve learned to make curry chicken. Guess what? I had never made chicken before I got married, and I’m still partially terrified that one day I’m going to give us all salmonella poisoning. Oh, and I can’t make rice…I’ve only done it perfectly once, so I cheated with the 3 minute microwave stuff.
Still no pictures. 10:00am found me washing dishes. So, something like this:
I didn’t take any pictures today. The weekends are that rare time when we rush out to TarJhay, WalMizzy, and that wholesale place (’cause they’re the only place where I feel justified in buying my Lactaid milk). So, here’s a picture of my favorite stranger, because I haven’t met her. Yet.
Tanika Ray, best known (to me) from HGTV. She’s my hair-spiration, although looking at this picture, I can see my curls are much smaller and tighter.
And one little bear covered foot.