I want to break free...

With every experiment there will be successes and failures. I just didn't think I would experience failure so soon. My hairdresser Annette did a great job putting the weave on for me and I thought having a weave would solve all my hair problems, be the answer to my prayers and make me happy. That's what I thought. Obviously I thought wrong.

Everything was fine, at first. Great actually, that is until the fork incident.

After that I decided the weave had to go and began to cut it off.



Going...






 

going...

 

How ironic that today just happens to be Emancipation Day in Ontario. A day to celebrate liberation from slavery. This was a slavery of sorts for me. I'd become bonded and shackled to the weave that was so tightly sewn onto my scalp and I needed to break free, so I began to cut it off. However, as always, I hadn't really thought this through. How was I going to cope with my new found freedom? With no available hairdressers, how could I cope with my own hair? My hair was partially relaxed and partially natural, with no particular shape or style. Well, too late to think about that now, I'd already started.

It took forever to get through the stitching without cutting my own hair too. Then there was also the section at the back that I couldn't reach. I asked my kids to help, but they refused. Great, so now I had 3/4 nappy hair and 1/4 weave. Now what?



With no one to help me take it off properly, I did what I always do in a hair emergency. I calmly tucked my hair inside a bandana and went out. To buy a wig.

The 911 emergency wig!




 

I guess liberation is a process.