October 17, 2015, I started my loc journey.
Perms. Tracks. Braids. Twists. Loc extensions. Full weaves. I am certain I have worn just about every style available to women. Today women of all shades, colors, ethnicities can enjoy a plethora of hair styles. Pick whatever style that makes you walk out the door feeling like a million bucks, and it is yours.
On second thought. That statement isn’t 100% accurate. Although I have the freedom to choose hair style, length, and color, others still do not. Depending on your profession, your boss and the organization you work for, the conservatives may constrict your choice of style.
After my daughter’s employer updated their grooming standards. She was given this directive.
Do something to your hair or don’t come back to work.
She sports a cool Mohawk.
The style is some what of a coming out for her. She is conservative. To wear a style that brings attention to her is something mom does, not her. Hehe! Finally in her mid twenties, my girl gives authentic living a try and breaks out with a cut she loves. #happymom
Within five months, the party is over. :0(
Been there done that.
Growing up in a small predominately white town, where at age 12 mom sat in the car and I walked into the liquor store to buy her Tanqueray and Pall Malls with no questions asked, wasn’t a town where I saw anyone wearing locs.
I have racked my brain to remember my first sight of locs. Probably Bob Marley. I doubt that I saw the style in Ebony Magazine.
Charlotte, I think, was the first loc wearing sista who I had any kind of relationship with. I met her through a mutual friend. Her locs hung down her back. They are beautiful, I recall thinking.
Eventually I thought, by the age of 40, my hair would be loc’d.
My estimate was off by 10 years but finally I started my journey.
You might be wondering, what was the deciding factor?
Inspiration from my son, my cousin Curtis and my stylist and KinHairitage Salon owner Victoria. While my son is cultivating and exploring his sense of swag, Curtis and Vicky’s funky and brash styles envigorate me. I can’t wait!! I tell myself daily, patience girl! At my high school I see more boys and girls confidently strut the hallways then I have ever seen before. I tell them they inspire me to stay on my journey. They graciously thank me.
My favorite cousin… He’s so cool! :)
Everywhere I turn my head, I see short locs, long locs, red locs, blonde locs, foe locs, and more. I love it! Perhaps a more relaxed work environment paved the way for women and men to take the big step. We’ve come a long way, but I still don’t see any news anchors on the major news channels with locs.
In the early 90’s, a former co-worker, Flo, sued an Atlantic City Casino who denied her the right to wear box braids and won. We scored!!! I wanted to wear braids but they were against company (another casino) policy. The thought of suing never occurred to me. I was happy she won her case. Flo’s win was for all the black women working in the casinos who desperately wanted to wear braids but were paralyzed by fear. Fear of losing ones job.
Back in October, I walked out of KinHairitage feeling confident and excited about my next hair journey. My Locticican and salon owner, Victoria is my inspiration. Her locs are beautiful. She is beautiful. Her funky, eclectic, and cool sense of style is admirable. Did I mention, she knows her shit!
After a week of spin class and lifting weights at the gym, my hair looked a hot mess. My best friend’s mom died and I could not bring myself to show up and support her with my frizzed out hair.
No amount of lipstick, mascara, or eye shadow was going to fix my attitude toward my hair. I looked a hot mess.
My hair looked bad. I thought I was ready for this part of the journey, but I really wasn’t ready.
“Hair Heaven” is what we call it. Another friend hipped me to this beauty supply store. You are greeted at the door with floor to ceiling hair. I am for real! Floor to ceiling hair… All around the store.
I am NOT a wig person. Hot flashes make it difficult to wear a hat, but desperation will have you do things that you thought you would never do.
Since that day, I have accumulated three favorite hats… Hahaha! Wigs. Responses to the wigs have been favorable. Even better, my locs hibernate nicely. All I do is moisturize and cover.
My first wig!!!
In this picture, I had just level work. I am in my car headed to the gym. While sitting at a traffic light, I snatched the wig off and put my scarf and hat on. :)
I grew comfortable with the vivactious red and went back to the store for another one. Lol!
My cousin took this picture during our family Christmas gift exchange.
Today is 3 months and 13 days that I have my locs. A week went to see my stylist for loc maintenance. I am surprised by the growth and they are budding nicely. Allowing my locs to nest under a wig is helping the process.
Love is in the air! I’m starting to dig my hair. My next visit will involve color. :)
Will I wear a wig again?
Mostly likely but only because, when I work out, I sweat terribly and my hair gets wet and messy looking.
Don’t get me wrong, I look forward to the freedom of the frizzy and untamed look, but my hair hasn’t completely loc’d yet. As the summer near, the wigs will disappear. Yay!
Thanks for stopping by! Happy day! Smooches. :)