Stick a fork in me...I'm done!

I may have mentioned before that I didn't really "think" this project through before I embarked upon my hair journey. Even so I did have a little prior knowledge as to what wearing a weave would entail, so therefore I had some expectations.

You see technically speaking is not my first weave.(Say what?) No it isn't. But that's another story for another blog post that will probably be called "Hair Today Gone Tomorrow
or When "Good Hair" goes Bad". 

Also, about 20 years ago, I had my hair braided.

 

Armed with this limited knowledge I knew a little of what to expect. I knew I was going to experience some scalp tenderness during and after the process. (for those of you who are not in the know, in order to have a weave, you must first have your hair braided. And good braiding hurts like hell can be a little uncomfortable) The discomfort is due to the fact that your hair is pulled so hard, that it almost comes out of the follicle. Almost.


I also knew that for at least a few days I may have a somewhat startled appearance. Again this is due to having your hair pulled tightly into the braids.

 

 My eyes could look a little like this

 

 

My smile, like this

 

 

Because when you have braids,

if your hairdresser has done a really good job

you get a free non-surgical facelift.

Finally I expected that I would experience some itching. The itching is due to the tightness, tenderness, dryness and just not being able to wash your hair as thoroughly as you would like.

Yes I knew it would be itchy..

 

 

...what I didn't expect was just how itchy it would be.

There is a joke within the black community, that if you see a black woman patting her head, it's because she's wearing a weave and doesn't want to scratch her head. (If you scratch, you could disturb the tracks, loosen the braids and the stitching and shorten the life span of your weave)

So go ahead. pat your head Sista.

 

Well I tried patting. And tapping. Then I tried hitting, then thumping. Finally I tried punching my head and almost gave myself a concussion. None of those methods relieved the itch.

 Washing my hair again only helped temporarily
I needed to make physical contact with my scalp.

I began to look for something I could use to scratch my head with.

 

A tail comb worked wonders

. Problem was I could never find it when I most needed it

because I was always leaving it somewhere around the house.

 

Today I needed it badly and it was no where to be found. Figures.

I was in the kitchen baking, when the itch came over me again.

Not just any itch, but the mother of all itches.

It felt like chicken pox and heat rash

all at the same time.

There I was with flour all over my hands, needing instant relief. I couldn't pat my head because  I had flour on my hands and also as I head, it didn't really work.

 I was desperate so what did I do?  I opened the cutlery draw and took out a disposable plastic fork.

Yes a fork. To scratch my head. Ahhh!

 Stick a fork in me - I'm done. Done with this weave.

 

I was told to expect my weave to last 6 - 8 weeks.

I lasted 22 days.

 Not sure what I should have or could have done differently,

but the itching was too much for me.
Done!

  I called the hairdresser to make an appointment to do something, anything with my hair.

but it's Caribana this weekend and she's completely booked.

So  I've come to another fork in the road.
Or a fork in the head as the case might be.

Decisions, decisions.

Anyhow must stop blogging, I have an appointment with a magnifying mirror and a pair of scissors.

   ♫ "Nappy Days are here again!" ♫