To Weave or not to Weave...

So I recently took my tracks out and swore never to weave again.


Now I'm no weave-nista but found in the last year or so I've grown to love the flexibility, ease and dependability of a good weave.


But that's just it...key word GOOD weave. Now, its not my weave girl's fault, she gets busy! When my weaves looked good, they looked GOOD, but good God almighty when they looked bad....uh, yeah. I truly believe in getting my money's worth so when I'm paying almost $200 for a hairstyle I'm going to hold onto it until it's a "man-down-code-red-situation" which is usually about six weeks.


I confided in my weave girl about my raggedy weave woes. The conversation went a little like this:


Me: My weave looks so damn rough after the second or third week. Do I need to buy better hair?


Weave Girl: Do you wrap it every night?


Me: No.


Weave Girl: (squinting her eyes at me) Do you keep it moisturized? Spray oil sheen in it and brush it everyday?


Me: No.


Weave Girl: (Giving me the serious side eye, hands now perched on hips) Do you get it washed?


Me: Oh, I can wash my hair with the tracks in?


Weave Girl: I'm through with you!


Evidently weaves aren't as care free as I thought! I might as well deal with my own hair if I got to be putting all this effort into it any damn way. How dare you? Verdict:


Weaves, I HATE YOU!


So... tracks are out. My hair has grown a good four to five inches since I've been wearing the weaves. Not mad at that, but I need a serious perm. Want it rinsed jet black and need a good trim. Basically I need to call on the professionals. First I text my weave girl:


Me: Do you do natural hair too? I need a relaxer, jet black rinse and a trim.


Weave Girl: Yes, I do it all.


Me: Oh goodie, can I come by tomorrow?


Weave Girl: (No response..........)



Ok so what that the next day was Good Friday, but she could've gave me an answer, I guess she wasn't playing when she said she was through with me. I don't like the way! So I didn't hear back from her. Took the hint...moved on to Plan B.




My back up plan was to walk in to this salon close to my house that "welcomes walk-ins". Yeah...right. Had Good Friday off from the plantation so I walked in right at 9:00am (the time they claim to open) There's seven people in front of me and only one sylist graciously decided to show up for work that morning, even though Easter weekend is quite possible the busiest weekend of the year at any salon. Bitches.




Normally, I would've done an about face and cut my losses, but this year I'm working on my patience. I took a seat and pulled out a novel. Five minutes and one chapter later I slammed the book closed, threw it in my bag and bounced. I tried.




Now since my hair is in dire straits and I've run out of options to remedy the situation, I'm cursing weaves, anyone that sells them, anyone that makes them, anyone that does them (especially my own weave girl), and anyone that wears them.




Drove to the nearest beauty supply store and bought all the ish I needed to do my own damn hair. See, I grew up doing my two little sister's hair and have a daughter with the thickest hair known to man, so I can do my own hair, I just can find a million other things I'd rather be doing. Like sleeping, writing, reading, cooking, eating, cleaning, having sexy time, sleeping...but I digress.




Result: I ended up chopping the entire five inches off that I was so happy to report. I have a serious pet peeve for scraggly ends and so it all...had...to...go. (Effing weave thinned out my hair, I hate you!!!) Overall it came out great though. It's thick, jet black like I like it, but its' short... A short bob. Cute, for a lot of people. I'm not quite in love with the look on me. Actually I hate it.




My fingers are itching to call my weave girl and beg her to take me back as a client. Beg her to weave me up and promise her I'll take good care of it this time! Looking in the mirror everyday at this bob, maybe I don't hate weaves all that much. Kinda miss it.





P.S. - I just happen to run into a ghost from pu$$y's past at an event he wasn't even invited to with the new cut. Of course, right? I'm feeling completely insecure about the new 'do and I see him after YEARS of not seeing him. YEARS!! Don't get it twisted. I'm happily married, but something inside of me lives for the "See what you could've had" moments. And I think I failed this time around. Horribly. Yes, its shallow and immature. I've been called worse.