It’s often said that good writers are good readers.
In the early days of my career, I read everything I could get my hands on. I subscribed to over twenty different magazines and spent what little money I had in Barnes and Noble every weekend.
I don’t read nearly as much as I should anymore.
But I do carry many of the lessons from a few of my favorite books in writing.
If you’re new to writing. Or just need to reinvigorate. Cop these joints. Today.
Fact: If my mom had Kinky Curly hair products back in 1975, she would have never permed my hair. Or my sister’s hair.
Fact: If more Black women knew about Kinky Curly hair products, lye-based hair care products would take a beating.
So. My stylist, the lovely Lynn at Shades Hair Studio in Livingston, has a special mix that’s made on site that she uses in my TWA. Occasionally, she tries out other products she hears about and she put me on to Kinky Curly. Told me it would be good for my hair in between appointments and good for Tog’s hair too.
I blogged about how my original experience with Kinky Curly on Tog’s hair was a catastrophe. Then, I tried again and had success with two strand twists that lasted for a full week. Yes!
But I still wanted the option of just letting Tog’s hair go free. Like Will’s son Jaden. Someone commented on my blog:
Hi There,
The Jaden fro may be doable yet. I was reviewing how to’s for Kinky Curly last night ( there are several on YouTube)…apparently (after applying the Knot Today detangler) you have to have the hair very wet (keep it wet with a spray bottle if it begins to dry) while applying the custard gel. Section the hair and stroke the custard on in small amounts. Arrange the curls gently and leave them alone until dry (otherwise the word is you get frizz). The finished product will be sticky or hard if you apply too much…and OH, no hair dryers-they ruin the effect of the gel! (just a diffuser at the most). Try it again and let us know how it worked out.
Lisa – October 15, 2009 at 2:53 am e
I went to sleep Saturday night with a mission. Tog would wear her hair out. And it would still make sense. And she would not cry.
Anyone with a nappy-headed child knows that this is a mission impossible.
I don’t ask for much in this world.
I’m pretty low-key.
Definitely low-maintenance.
I just started having a standing hair appointment in the last year or so. (Feel like a grown woman with my every other Thursday at nine joint).
After giving birth, my feet went up a full size and a half. They only came back down a half-size.
A year later, I realized that all my cute shoes were just taunting me from my closet. I stacked them neatly in the foyer of my apartment and parceled them out. To my little sister, to TG’s mom and a few pair to charity. Done. It’s over. I got big feet.
It’s hard to start a shoe game from scratch.
Especially when you have no good reason to buy cute shoes. I’m a freelancer. I haven’t been to an office since 2000. What on earth do I need a cute shoe game for?
After I came to grips with my new shoe size, I began to slowly but surely purchase new shoes, mostly cute flats.
Just picked these up last week.
Target. 20 bucks. What?!
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