Family Time

Spending time with my family is like food to my soul. Weather we are eating crawlfish in Monroe,Louisiana or building a fense in Dallas, Texas, these are the best times and the most memorable memories. Just look at those crawlfish! They taste as good as they look.

It is always a pleasure traveling to Dallas to spend time with my sister and her family. We have so much fun that even work is fun. Check out the fense we built. Afterwards, Creyole gave my son a surprise graduation party at her house. We had a great time! Notice the locks in the pictures. Aren't they beautiful. I even got to spend time with my brother and his family. We had a ball with my little nephew. Our visits are so few and far between. I hope he remembers our visit for a long time. Look at the fun our kids are havinig. It's a wonderful thing to see first cousins as close as sisters and brothers.

I know I have'nt said much about my hair, but nothing has really changed. I just tighten, band, wash and go. It doesn't get any better than that! It has been four months now and I'm still lovin my locks. Tell me what you think.

WOW! TIME REALLY FLIES WHEN YOU'RE ENJOYING YOUR HAIR

I can't believe it has been four months already! I also can't believe I have'nt updated my blog since February. Well, a lot has happened since February. First, in March my son graduated from the Louisiana National Guard Youth Challenge Program, has a good job, and he contributed in purchasing his first truck. He is 17 years old. I am so very proud of him. Next, my daughter ran in her first track meet with the junior high team, and made Cheerleader. She is 11 years old. The school she attends is 72% white. This should let you know how proud of her I am. Then, my husband and I celebrated our birthdays on April 13. Yes, thats right our birth dates are the same. We are four years apart though. I am 40 years young and loving every minute of it. Finally, My hair is starting to change right before my eyes. I have been noticing the curls on the ends of each lock and the texture of the locks. And the compliments have really been coming! Heck, I compliment myself every darn morning too. Most of the compliments are coming from my white co-workers. Everyone says my hair is really growing. I think it is growing too, but I can't see anything dramatic. You know how it is when you look at yourself in the mirror everyday. Tell me what you think about my hair. I love honest opinions and advice. Oh yea, my daughter has about 3-4 if not more inches of new growth. She is being very patient while waiting for her locks.

pride and predjudice

It has been a few weeks since I last posted to my blog and I have a few things to say about my encounters and accomplishments since being locked. First, I have to say that I am soooo in love with my hair. This is really a dream come true for me. I don't mind the little things I have to do to my little locks. I washed and curled my hair all by myself two days ago and that is a big thing for me, because in my relaxer days when straight hair was supposed to be so easy to style, I never cared to roll, blow dry, or even sit under a dryer to style my hair. Not to mention using a curling iron everyday. I guess it was because I knew it would have to be done again the next day and the fact that I really didn't know how to make my hair look good. Now, my hair just looks good all by itself. Of course there are a few of us who just don't understand the beauty and freedom of natural hair. You know. The ones who are ashamed of being who they really are and what God has given them. The sisters who hide behind perms, weaves, and other things just so they can impress the other races or even the brothers who go for that long straight hair. Little do they realize those same brothers know weave when they see it. I have found that more white people take notice of my natural hair and make very positive comments about my locks. Oh yes, my people take notice too. I have had a handful of positive comments from sistas, negative stares, and even one that laughed and pointed. I quickly educated her on what I was styling. Just so happened I had a sisterlock magazine with me that my sister had recently mailed to me. I kindly showed her the pictures and said to her,"You laughing at my hair now, you won't be laughing when my hair looks like this a few months from now." She looked at the pictures and didn't know what to say. I am so proud of my natural self. I have never felt so comfortable with myself. Since then, I have recruited a few sistas who are just waiting to get enough new growth to be locked. Now that's what I call conquering prejudice with pride. Its just a shame the prejudice has to be within our own race.

my locks at twelve days old

Here are my locks at twelve days old. It seems like December 27th was just yesterday. No more fussing in the mirror only to leave disappointed. It feels great to just be me. I love short hair, but I can't wait to see my locks grow long and mature. Thank God! no more perms. I am all natural and proud.

True Locked Sisters

This is a picture of my hero, my guardian angel, my inspiration, my sister Creyole and me. For those of you who don't know, I'm the one with the short hair. This picture was taken on the morning of the third day of being locked.

I'm locked

I'm so excited! The day has finally arrived! The top and bottom left pictures show the first day. I felt relieved the moment my sister (Creyole) finished the first lock. I was never a glamor girl, therefore never had the best hair styling skills. Now, I don't have to worry about that. You can't even imagine how I felt on the the top and bottom right pics. Finally, we are done! It took 13 hours to be locked. It was worth every minute. I wish I would have known about this years ago. Thank God for Creyole and Nappylocs! Now I can just be me.... All Natural. Thanks sis. I love you.

Waiting to be Locked

I've been letting my hair grow out for a year now and I'm so excited! Its finally time to be locked! I'm starting 2007 in a great way