Once I started sharing here, I have felt pressured to do things that I wouldn’t normally do – I wear makeup more often, style my hair, take pictures, little things, thinking, maybe I could get a good picture for the blog. Often I don’t, lol, but something in me has changed a bit, for the better. It makes you feel better when you take care of yourself, even if it’s only once or twice a week that you spend a little extra time to go for a walk, or braid your hair, or try a new dress. I have some great shots of the boys and really candid moments of myself, that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I’m usually the one behind the camera in my house, so there isn’t much of a record of my style, my expressions, my growth.
I promise I’ll keep it short. Check out our new vid!
A couple years after I graduated, I started to feel a little lost. The job I had always wanted wasn’t as much fun as I had hoped. After working so hard through school, I felt like I had arrived and the destination was… underwhelming.
I had started to daydream as I looked out of the huge window on a perfect sun filled day enjoying my lunch. A friend walked up and we chatted awhile, I can’t remember about what really, when she asked me if I were wearing a wig. I was kind of shocked at first but I thought it was obvious that it was my own hair. It was what the kids would call today a mow hawk. Earlier that summer I had gone to the hairdresser and she turned my afro into one of those “curls.” Not one of those greasy things that are the butt of jokes, but an actual mass of naturally curly looking ringlets. That’s before the rush to “curl” the masses and professionals just slapped whatever rod was available in their arsenal and beauty supply shops sold these kits to the masses and eventually everybody was doing it.
Competition is good for the consumer when it brings about a better product, but the curl only rushed in subpar services and products. We are on the threshold of repeating history. It seems that in the freedom to finally practice our craft, few if any have done research, only to post half tidbits of information to become hair gurus. When I started out, I wanted to be innovative. I was blessed with the invention of a different tool design, different loc-king patterns, natural products and tons of friends family, and strangers, who answered my questions as well as allowed me to experiment on their hair. There were others as well, mavericks, that put out an excellent product.That was fifteen years ago and in this money grab, this current natural hair phenomena, I don’t see new and improved, or different, just poor imitations of what’s out there. Nappylocs is a family tradition, part of a body of knowledge, so that little kinky haired girls never have to swing a towel, pretending to have long hair. Let’s do better.
This has been such a crazy week, so many new and exciting things on the horizon. I woke up this morning feeling more alive than I’ve been feeling for days, so as I rolled over and grabbed my phone to see today’s tidbits , I was so excited to see today’s message was “starting over,” a new refreshing, a new chance! I’ve been getting lots of feedback from you guys, please know that we are listening, we hear ya!
First I have received so many request from people who are looking for Nappylocs™ services or help with their installs, or professionals wanting to offer their services. We do plan to offer a gallery of some sorts. Just send us an email with your contact info.
We will soon be offering the updated book and totally redone video in our store. As promised most of the hairstyles featured on the blog are 15 minutes or less updos. There is more ahead. Here is our latest project. Can you tell were are having fun around here?
Life has been so busy lately, I feel like I need a break. It seems like I do a little work, try and take care of my family, work on my home and the day is gone, with nothing ever feeling finished. I joke all the time what I wouldn’t give for a solid 7 hours of sleep. On the other hand, just the other day I found myself with two hours between appointments, and I was so anxious to get through the next task I couldn’t relax.