~Book club meeting (yes I really read that much!)…and an attendee that I hadn’t met before has 4 month old Sisterlocks….awwww!!!
~Walking up and down 125th St Saturday…I usually glance at the street vendors but I never usually stop (unless its books of course) so I glance over at a table of t shirts and I see this t shirt that literally stops me in my tracks
“I have good hair…I have African in my family”
GET IT! Lol. Although I said I was going to refrain from purchasing anymore t shirts I may have to head back to 125th and pick that one up…I hadn’t seen this one before…but I doubt its new…
~ I went back up to Westchester for SS’s birthday. We didn’t do anything too big, I don’t know if I mentioned it at the time but my Nana had a stroke in May and she recently came back home. So I just tried to come home this weekend and do as much as I could so SS could relax.
Anyways…Nana is good. She is just learning how to walk again and is making really good progress. The part of brain that has to do with talking CLEARLY was not affected. I was downstairs last night relaxing with Nana. I was sitting on her bed and she was looking at my hair
Nana – When are you and your mother going to take that mess out of your hair?
Me – (lol) We’re not
N – That just looks so silly
Me – Hmm k Nana (my head is turned so she can’t see me smiling)
N – You should get a wig
Me – I am not getting a wig Nana…
N – When I was at the rehab hospital all of the nurses loved my hair. They just didn’t understand how I could wash my hair in the shower, put on some grease and comb it and it stays straight
Me – We have different hair Nana
N – All of the other black ladies had wigs…
Me – I know Nana…I saw
**quiet…she touches my hair and makes a noise**
Nana – What about the people you work with? Their hair straight?
Me – yes…I am the only black person in my department
Nana – don’t you want your hair to look like theirs?
Me – No
Nana – Well maybe it isn’t so bad
LOL…I remember the first time she attacked my hair I got really upset and kinda hurt…now…it just rolled off. It’s whatever…
When I am mad/annoyed/or someone show’s their a** I always give possesion of the person to whoever I am talking to…so with my Mom my Dad becomes “your husband”…my brother becomes “your son” and last night my Nana was “your mother” lol.
~This morning as I was paying for my breakfast in the office cafeteria…I was trying to stuff my change in my wallet when the cashier started making a big fuss of the lady that was behind me…I am crazy uncoordinated so it took forever to get my money into my wallet (me = a dork) and I was able to hear that she just cut all of her hair off (she was rocking an adorable curly TWA which looked great on her)
Me – (turning around because I am sure she could tell I was eavesdropping) Congratulations!
TWA – Thanks…and the next step is Sisterlocks (pointing to my hair smiling)
Uh oh! Get it! Hopefully I will run into her again! (sorry…I had food in my hands and I was hungry! lol)