Around September of last year I attempted my first (and last) braidout. My husband helped to braid my hair, and after showing him one time how to braid, he proceeded to braid better than I could. I should have known it wasn’t a fluke.
Saturday I decided that I needed to go to the bowels of hell (aka Wal-Mart) get get some headbands. I tend to lose mine. He was hungry so we decided to eat while we were out.
My hair was twisted up, and I needed to untwist it. He wasn’t doing anything but watching a bad 1980’s movie, so I enlisted his help. “This will go much faster and get us out of the house sooner if you help.” He asked me what to do. I told him to just untwist them. “Do I untwist them all the way?” I was kind of confused by his question, but told him yes. He sat there and quietly and gently untwisted the back of my hair while I did the front. I got finished before him and just sat there and waited. “I’m finished.” I went to the mirror to go check. Dear God in heaven. He untwisted each twist, and spread the hair evenly over my head so that my afro was freaking adorable!
My husband is a 28 (almost 29) white male who never touched a head of hair on an African American woman before me. I just look at him sometimes, amazed at what he does. He just tells me “I’m just good with my hands.” I keep telling him that if he ever gets sick of being a network engineer, he should go to school to be a beautician. He just rolls his eyes at me and goes back to his movie while I get dressed.
I love this man.
My hair after he got finished with it!
For those of you that do not know, I live in Indiana. We had a bit *cough* of a winter ice storm. It has left me, my husband, and even my dogs completely lethargic.
I have had the same twists in my hair for a while now, and while watching Battlestar Galactica, I took them down. The plan was to hop in the shower, co-wash my hair, moisturize and retwist my hair. I got it untwisted...then old man lethargy set in.
I haven't done a thing to my hair in two days. It is driving me nuts, but i cant seem to, get up and go. Today is the first normal day I have had. The hubs is gone, the dogs are fighting, and I am in front of the computer
working on programming homework writing this entry. I will get the hair done. I WILL FIGHT OLD MAN LETHARGY WITH A STICK, A TANGLE TEEZER, AND MY LIFE!!!