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As all women go through, I am at the point with my hair that
I’m like “Where do we go from here”. I
have stayed in Haiti longer then my usual 2-3 month at a time stint. I haven’t been to NY since March! Unheard of
especially with a mane to maintain.
There is only one person on earth who I trust completely and that is my
longtime stylist and friend, Aridio Garcia.
Aridio’s clients are the likes of Penelope Cruise, Camila Alves, model
Omahyra, almost ever pageant participant and drag queen in NYC, and yours
truly.
I have now been rocking the same hairstyle for about 4
months or so. Those who know me know
that this is an eternity in Mystique time.
Yes, I've change color and varied the way it lay, but in essence the
same darn cut. Determined to let me hair
grow, and anticipating what new wonder Ardio will bestow on me, my cut has lost
all of its oomph.
I go to my standing weekend hair appointment, an event that
has been made ever more exasperating, due to my lackluster coif. I left unfulfilled. As luck would have it, two days later I’m
home with the flu. Having spent a couple
of days in bed, I drag myself to the salon in an attempt to look myself better. This time I knew I
had to do SOMETHING else. One of the
issues was that the sides of my hair, which had originally been shaved, had
grown back and were causing me great strife.
It was also another texture then the rest of my hair, as it was new
growth and had not received as much bleaching/color/heat. This part of my hair was much finer, and
though I got my naturally curly hair blow dried weekly, within 2-3dys the sides
would coil back up.
Me and my stylist- who is no Aridio but who does a pretty good job having been trained by Moi on how to mystique-fy- decided on a plan of attack. It took a whole team. A braid-ologist was called in. The three of us combined forces and a strategy was put into place. The point of focus- the unruly sides.
Me and my stylist- who is no Aridio but who does a pretty good job having been trained by Moi on how to mystique-fy- decided on a plan of attack. It took a whole team. A braid-ologist was called in. The three of us combined forces and a strategy was put into place. The point of focus- the unruly sides.
We decided we would keep the Mohawk, wait on the color, and braid up the sides. The procedure commenced.
I didn't think anything of it when both women asked if I was sure I was up to it. I looked at them a little angry. Had they not been listening? Had they not heard the desperation in my voice when I necessitated SOMETHING be done?? Well on the first braid I understood the questions.
I have been told most women with “thick” hair are tender headed, and it appears I have not been spared that fate.
With every part of the comb, with every pull of the braid, I wanted to cry out. My neck and back were put into some uncomfortable positions for long periods of time.
Over two hours later and the job was done!
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| Top View while getting Brows done |
That evening finding a position to lay my head was a
challenge. I carefully tossed all night, waking up in the middle of the night to
take two Advils for the pain. I won’t
say that I will never do this again, but I will say I have a new found
appreciation for my sides and their natural curls.
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