’Twas the night before Sisterlocks, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even—OK, let’s be real. I’m so excited I’m practically bouncing off the walls. Tomorrow is my Sisterlocks establishment!!
I went to my consultant’s salon this evening so she could part my hair. That’s the start of the process, and it’s critical. She was meticulous about the parts, making sure they were straight. That took a little over an hour. Now we’ll be able to start right away with locking my hair in the morning.
But I think she revised her opinion about my hair being Type 2 now that she has seen what it’s like when I don’t comb it and put it into plaits when it’s wet. I combed it this morning after I washed it, but by the end of the day it was knotted and tangly. She said, “I don’t know what this is, maybe 4F?” (That’s a joke because 4F doesn’t exist.) I lost count of how many times she murmured, “Help me, Lord Jesus.” LOL. Story of my life with this glorious head of hair.
OK, here are some parts shots!
