Long hair ladies, can I live vicariously through you?

[exoticmommie]

I thought there were more ladies at apl and beyond. So no more stories? Sigh...

 

[exubah]

yeah.............this thread is addictive, I keep coming back for more!!!

 

[I Am So Blessed]

I thought there were more ladies at apl and beyond. So no more stories? Sigh...

i hope this isnt the end, dont let me have to open a can of my weirdess stories...yall dont want that

yall already hear me say enough "off the wall" stuff in this forum

 

[PinkyD]

This is my fav thread!

 

[Victorian]

Thanks a lot, ladies. I just spent 15 minutes in the hall mirror flipping, and swinging and brushing different ways, hanging my head back and visualizing

 

[Firstborn2]

Bumping just incase...

 

[*SkolarStar*]

On the exact day that I claim bsl I want this event to happen (might hav to set it up myself ): I walk into the playmakers (urban clothing store [setting myself up for the hoodrats ]) on fondulac dr (busy over there) just to try on jackets (yup, I'm not buying nething) while my hair is down. The cool part is that every time I try on a different jacket I have to pull my hair out from under it. Then eventually I get so frustrated that I HAVE to put it in a ponytail. A high one @ that. So, I bend over so all my hair whips to the front to make things "easier" on myself. I'm not showing off, I'm just frustrated that I have to keep pulling my hair out. Mainly guys work there, maybe I can get a discount on some shoes . AND I'll be doing this by the mirror @ the way front of the store. Oh yea, they gon SEE ME.


In the meantime I just about it.

 

[exoticmommie]

^^^^ yeah, I can't wait till my ponytail is long enough to not only whip around, but still touch my back.

 

[Firstborn2]

Skolarstar, I can't stop laughing, I visualized the whole scene as I was reading it.

 

[I Am So Blessed]

On the exact day that I claim bsl I want this event to happen (might hav to set it up myself ): I walk into the playmakers (urban clothing store [setting myself up for the hoodrats ]) on fondulac dr (busy over there) just to try on jackets (yup, I'm not buying nething) while my hair is down. The cool part is that every time I try on a different jacket I have to pull my hair out from under it. Then eventually I get so frustrated that I HAVE to put it in a ponytail. A high one @ that. So, I bend over so all my hair whips to the front to make things "easier" on myself. I'm not showing off, I'm just frustrated that I have to keep pulling my hair out. Mainly guys work there, maybe I can get a discount on some shoes . AND I'll be doing this by the mirror @ the way front of the store. Oh yea, they gon SEE ME.


In the meantime I just about it.

(claps) yeaaa thats what im talking about girl!!!!! work it, and work it good

 

[I Am So Blessed]

Skolarstar, I can't stop laughing, I visualized the whole scene as I was reading it.

me too me tooo, very well writen!!

 

[Honey Bee]

This thread is hilarious! I can't wait to 'stomp with the big dogs'!

But in the meantime, I have a story from "The Short Side of Apl-Ville."

It was late fall/early winter, so my hair was maybe 2" past my shoulders, ie not long at all. I was at the beauty supply, finishing up, when I noticed the new Lottabody (the green one, aloe). So, instead of getting on line immediately, I delayed a bit, picked up the bottle, whatever. As I'm standing there, an older, light-skinned hispanic lady and her husband (based on the convo), who was of a similar complexion walked by. They both had type 1 hair. The husband was pushing a stroller with a little brown baby (really, toddler, but I call any child who can't read yet a baby, lol) inside. Slightly intrigued, I glanced at the woman to see what she had in her hands. JUST FOR FREAKIN ME!!! (sorry for yelling, but that's how I felt inside, just )

I couldn't let it happen. The baby was looking at me, which babies usually do, and I was looking at her, feeling sad inside.... I had to make my move. I didn't know how I was gonna bring it up, but I was gonna tell that woman not to put caustic chemicals on that baby's head. (Yes, I'm relaxed/texlaxed, but I'm grown.)

So I struck up a conversation about the new Lottabody. Then, after we ooh and aah a little over the fact that they finally have something new, I'm like, oh, btw, who's that little cutie-pie? She explains that its her granddaughter, and that she's planning to relax for ease. (Not on my watch you ain't.) The way she was looking at me when she said it (and the fact that she willingly volunteered such information), I can only describe as, akin to how white people look at you when they're about to ask you about 'something black', like a little guilty almost. So I give her the face, like I am horrified to think she could do such a thing to a child's head. How old is she, I ask. She's four! Clearly, we've all heard worse, but I feign shock and horror and proceed to go into the (abbreviated) spiel about relaxers and how bad they are for the actual scalp, carefully explaining that her skin is still very sensitive, and that some chemicals may actually seep in. She seemed open to the information, but at the same time, it was clear that she really didn't know how to deal with the girls hair. I got the idea that she wanted it in a form that was recognizable to her, ie, curly/wavy/straight, but not "...you know", her words.

I decided to change tack: I'm growing out my perm, I mentioned nonchalantly, and my hair's nappy (I used the word on purpose, knowing that's what she's meant), not wavy, it hasn't been too hard. She gave me a look, a look a lot of NY'ers probably know, a kind of appraising side-eye that NY latinas seem to be really good at, and asked skeptically, "That's your hair?" OMG, I almost felt dizzy with the happiness that positively coursed through my entire being at that moment. It wasn't even long, but my braid-out was glowing, shiny and freshly henna'ed, bouncy, and flowy. That was the first time, as an adult, that I felt the power of hair. I became more credible to them just by having my own hair growing out of my own scalp. Intellectually, I knew the power, but to actually have it work for me in real life... in my head, I was like ::

I was so amazed at the question that I just nodded happily, turned around and parted it, moved it around a little bit, and looked back at her (even though I have this whole fantasy in my head about what I would do if anybody ever weave-checked me, lol). Her whole demeanor had changed, she looked eager to hear what I had to say. Her husband had even started to look kinda interested at this point, like this whole hair thing had been a family problem, one to which he wanted a solution.

Moisture, moisture, moisture, I advised. I explained dc'ing, co-washing, and braid-outs. They asked for product rec's and I gave them. I finished by saying, her hair, once you get it fully 'juicy' (they laughed) and moisturized, it'll be beautiful, just a mess of bouncy curls. I mighta been wrong, but God help me if they didn't looked relieved.

Fin.

 

[Honey Bee]

Oh yeah I forgot...

I was giving my sweetie a massage with his shirt off...

then I flipped my hair over and kept running it across his back..back and forth..

up and down....


Ok its weird being at his booty but anyways...


He loves it

Ooooh, I wanted to do that ever since I saw Lucy Liu do it to that guy in Ally McBeal.

 

[Jozze]

This thread is hilarious! I can't wait to 'stomp with the big dogs'!

But in the meantime, I have a story from "The Short Side of Apl-Ville."

It was late fall/early winter, so my hair was maybe 2" past my shoulders, ie not long at all. I was at the beauty supply, finishing up, when I noticed the new Lottabody (the green one, aloe). So, instead of getting on line immediately, I delayed a bit, picked up the bottle, whatever. As I'm standing there, an older, light-skinned hispanic lady and her husband (based on the convo), who was of a similar complexion walked by. They both had type 1 hair. The husband was pushing a stroller with a little brown baby (really, toddler, but I call any child who can't read yet a baby, lol) inside. Slightly intrigued, I glanced at the woman to see what she had in her hands. JUST FOR FREAKIN ME!!! (sorry for yelling, but that's how I felt inside, just )

I couldn't let it happen. The baby was looking at me, which babies usually do, and I was looking at her, feeling sad inside.... I had to make my move. I didn't know how I was gonna bring it up, but I was gonna tell that woman not to put caustic chemicals on that baby's head. (Yes, I'm relaxed/texlaxed, but I'm grown.)

So I struck up a conversation about the new Lottabody. Then, after we ooh and aah a little over the fact that they finally have something new, I'm like, oh, btw, who's that little cutie-pie? She explains that its her granddaughter, and that she's planning to relax for ease. (Not on my watch you ain't.) The way she was looking at me when she said it (and the fact that she willingly volunteered such information), I can only describe as, akin to how white people look at you when they're about to ask you about 'something black', like a little guilty almost. So I give her the face, like I am horrified to think she could do such a thing to a child's head. How old is she, I ask. She's four! Clearly, we've all heard worse, but I feign shock and horror and proceed to go into the (abbreviated) spiel about relaxers and how bad they are for the actual scalp, carefully explaining that her skin is still very sensitive, and that some chemicals may actually seep in. She seemed open to the information, but at the same time, it was clear that she really didn't know how to deal with the girls hair. I got the idea that she wanted it in a form that was recognizable to her, ie, curly/wavy/straight, but not "...you know", her words.

I decided to change tack: I'm growing out my perm, I mentioned nonchalantly, and my hair's nappy (I used the word on purpose, knowing that's what she's meant), not wavy, it hasn't been too hard. She gave me a look, a look a lot of NY'ers probably know, a kind of appraising side-eye that NY latinas seem to be really good at, and asked skeptically, "That's your hair?" OMG, I almost felt dizzy with the happiness that positively coursed through my entire being at that moment. It wasn't even long, but my braid-out was glowing, shiny and freshly henna'ed, bouncy, and flowy. That was the first time, as an adult, that I felt the power of hair. I became more credible to them just by having my own hair growing out of my own scalp. Intellectually, I knew the power, but to actually have it work for me in real life... in my head, I was like ::

I was so amazed at the question that I just nodded happily, turned around and parted it, moved it around a little bit, and looked back at her (even though I have this whole fantasy in my head about what I would do if anybody ever weave-checked me, lol). Her whole demeanor had changed, she looked eager to hear what I had to say. Her husband had even started to look kinda interested at this point, like this whole hair thing had been a family problem, one to which he wanted a solution.

Moisture, moisture, moisture, I advised. I explained dc'ing, co-washing, and braid-outs. They asked for product rec's and I gave them. I finished by saying, her hair, once you get it fully 'juicy' (they laughed) and moisturized, it'll be beautiful, just a mess of bouncy curls. I mighta been wrong, but God help me if they didn't looked relieved.

Fin.

Girl you were a serious blessing to that baby!

 

[twists]

...and subscribing

 

[*Muffin*]

This thread is hilarious! I can't wait to 'stomp with the big dogs'!

But in the meantime, I have a story from "The Short Side of Apl-Ville."

It was late fall/early winter, so my hair was maybe 2" past my shoulders, ie not long at all. I was at the beauty supply, finishing up, when I noticed the new Lottabody (the green one, aloe). So, instead of getting on line immediately, I delayed a bit, picked up the bottle, whatever. As I'm standing there, an older, light-skinned hispanic lady and her husband (based on the convo), who was of a similar complexion walked by. They both had type 1 hair. The husband was pushing a stroller with a little brown baby (really, toddler, but I call any child who can't read yet a baby, lol) inside. Slightly intrigued, I glanced at the woman to see what she had in her hands. JUST FOR FREAKIN ME!!! (sorry for yelling, but that's how I felt inside, just )

I couldn't let it happen. The baby was looking at me, which babies usually do, and I was looking at her, feeling sad inside.... I had to make my move. I didn't know how I was gonna bring it up, but I was gonna tell that woman not to put caustic chemicals on that baby's head. (Yes, I'm relaxed/texlaxed, but I'm grown.)

So I struck up a conversation about the new Lottabody. Then, after we ooh and aah a little over the fact that they finally have something new, I'm like, oh, btw, who's that little cutie-pie? She explains that its her granddaughter, and that she's planning to relax for ease. (Not on my watch you ain't.) The way she was looking at me when she said it (and the fact that she willingly volunteered such information), I can only describe as, akin to how white people look at you when they're about to ask you about 'something black', like a little guilty almost. So I give her the face, like I am horrified to think she could do such a thing to a child's head. How old is she, I ask. She's four! Clearly, we've all heard worse, but I feign shock and horror and proceed to go into the (abbreviated) spiel about relaxers and how bad they are for the actual scalp, carefully explaining that her skin is still very sensitive, and that some chemicals may actually seep in. She seemed open to the information, but at the same time, it was clear that she really didn't know how to deal with the girls hair. I got the idea that she wanted it in a form that was recognizable to her, ie, curly/wavy/straight, but not "...you know", her words.

I decided to change tack: I'm growing out my perm, I mentioned nonchalantly, and my hair's nappy (I used the word on purpose, knowing that's what she's meant), not wavy, it hasn't been too hard. She gave me a look, a look a lot of NY'ers probably know, a kind of appraising side-eye that NY latinas seem to be really good at, and asked skeptically, "That's your hair?" OMG, I almost felt dizzy with the happiness that positively coursed through my entire being at that moment. It wasn't even long, but my braid-out was glowing, shiny and freshly henna'ed, bouncy, and flowy. That was the first time, as an adult, that I felt the power of hair. I became more credible to them just by having my own hair growing out of my own scalp. Intellectually, I knew the power, but to actually have it work for me in real life... in my head, I was like ::

I was so amazed at the question that I just nodded happily, turned around and parted it, moved it around a little bit, and looked back at her (even though I have this whole fantasy in my head about what I would do if anybody ever weave-checked me, lol). Her whole demeanor had changed, she looked eager to hear what I had to say. Her husband had even started to look kinda interested at this point, like this whole hair thing had been a family problem, one to which he wanted a solution.

Moisture, moisture, moisture, I advised. I explained dc'ing, co-washing, and braid-outs. They asked for product rec's and I gave them. I finished by saying, her hair, once you get it fully 'juicy' (they laughed) and moisturized, it'll be beautiful, just a mess of bouncy curls. I mighta been wrong, but God help me if they didn't looked relieved.

Fin.

Thank you for saving that baby's head! My scalp was "raped" at the age of 5 . One day I matter of factly asked my mom when she started putting relaxers in my head, and she told me this horrid number. I have nothing against relaxed hair (as a matter of fact, I'm relaxed right now), I just think it's a decision for the individual to decide, and toddlers are too young to make that decision.

 

[LadyPaniolo]

Honey Bee You saved that baby's head!

 

[clever]

She explains that its her granddaughter, and that she's planning to relax for ease. (Not on my watch you ain't.)

 

[newbiemom]

My little fantasy is something so simple. I bend down to tie my son's shoe my hair cascades down my to the side like a sea of blackcotton.

 

[exoticmommie]

One day I was talking to this black guy I knew and he was just asking about the kids and stuff, my 2nd dd was just a baby at the time. Anyway this mexican woman (not his girlfriend or anything) came up to him, and just started talking to him. Just interrupted me, I mean she cut me off, and then flipped her hair at me and acted like I wasn't there. At the time I had nooooo idea what the hair flip meant (thanks LHCF). I was just upset that she totally cut me off, I thought she was so rude. I told him goodbye and walked off.

Could you imagine what I could have done if I had long luscious locks.

 

[Mizz Diamonds]

One day I was talking to this black guy I knew and he was just asking about the kids and stuff, my 2nd dd was just a baby at the time. Anyway this mexican woman (not his girlfriend or anything) came up to him, and just started talking to him. Just interrupted me, I mean she cut me off, and then flipped her hair at me and acted like I wasn't there. At the time I had nooooo idea what the hair flip meant (thanks LHCF). I was just upset that she totally cut me off, I thought she was so rude. I told him goodbye and walked off.

Could you imagine what I could have done if I had long luscious locks.

Girl if I was you OH MY DIDDY KONG RACING! I would have been like "Excuse you we were talking here." and probably worse if she got rude. She did the dismiss flip meaing "You can vacate now B***h I'm here!" 2 rude

 

[exoticmommie]

Girl if I was you OH MY DIDDY KONG RACING! I would have been like "Excuse you we were talking here." and probably worse if she got rude. She did the dismiss flip meaing "You can vacate now B***h I'm here!" 2 rude

I thought it was rude, but was like whatever, now had I known what the hair flip meant at the time...

 

[Mizz Diamonds]

What do we want?

MORE STORIES


When do we want them?

NOW!!!!!!
:trampolin

 

[complexsimplicity]

My hair isn't super long yet but when I went home for Thanksgiving, we all started talking about hair. I was telling them that I was growing mine out. My grandma was like, "That's your hair that I saw the other day? Oh, I thought that was a weave." My mom was all proud. lol.

I was showing my mom hair stuff online and then she looked at my little sis and said, "She knows more than me and I'm the one with the cosmetology license." Yessss!!! I felt so good after that. Best believe when I hit BSL, I will be hitting up the mall. I will walk real hard so that my hair will bounce with every step. lol​

 

[BostonMaria]

Excellent post, Honeybee!

 

[Lola Laughs]

This thread is hilarious! I can't wait to 'stomp with the big dogs'!

But in the meantime, I have a story from "The Short Side of Apl-Ville."

It was late fall/early winter, so my hair was maybe 2" past my shoulders, ie not long at all. I was at the beauty supply, finishing up, when I noticed the new Lottabody (the green one, aloe). So, instead of getting on line immediately, I delayed a bit, picked up the bottle, whatever. As I'm standing there, an older, light-skinned hispanic lady and her husband (based on the convo), who was of a similar complexion walked by. They both had type 1 hair. The husband was pushing a stroller with a little brown baby (really, toddler, but I call any child who can't read yet a baby, lol) inside. Slightly intrigued, I glanced at the woman to see what she had in her hands. JUST FOR FREAKIN ME!!! (sorry for yelling, but that's how I felt inside, just )

I couldn't let it happen. The baby was looking at me, which babies usually do, and I was looking at her, feeling sad inside.... I had to make my move. I didn't know how I was gonna bring it up, but I was gonna tell that woman not to put caustic chemicals on that baby's head. (Yes, I'm relaxed/texlaxed, but I'm grown.)

So I struck up a conversation about the new Lottabody. Then, after we ooh and aah a little over the fact that they finally have something new, I'm like, oh, btw, who's that little cutie-pie? She explains that its her granddaughter, and that she's planning to relax for ease. (Not on my watch you ain't.) The way she was looking at me when she said it (and the fact that she willingly volunteered such information), I can only describe as, akin to how white people look at you when they're about to ask you about 'something black', like a little guilty almost. So I give her the face, like I am horrified to think she could do such a thing to a child's head. How old is she, I ask. She's four! Clearly, we've all heard worse, but I feign shock and horror and proceed to go into the (abbreviated) spiel about relaxers and how bad they are for the actual scalp, carefully explaining that her skin is still very sensitive, and that some chemicals may actually seep in. She seemed open to the information, but at the same time, it was clear that she really didn't know how to deal with the girls hair. I got the idea that she wanted it in a form that was recognizable to her, ie, curly/wavy/straight, but not "...you know", her words.

I decided to change tack: I'm growing out my perm, I mentioned nonchalantly, and my hair's nappy (I used the word on purpose, knowing that's what she's meant), not wavy, it hasn't been too hard. She gave me a look, a look a lot of NY'ers probably know, a kind of appraising side-eye that NY latinas seem to be really good at, and asked skeptically, "That's your hair?" OMG, I almost felt dizzy with the happiness that positively coursed through my entire being at that moment. It wasn't even long, but my braid-out was glowing, shiny and freshly henna'ed, bouncy, and flowy. That was the first time, as an adult, that I felt the power of hair. I became more credible to them just by having my own hair growing out of my own scalp. Intellectually, I knew the power, but to actually have it work for me in real life... in my head, I was like ::

I was so amazed at the question that I just nodded happily, turned around and parted it, moved it around a little bit, and looked back at her (even though I have this whole fantasy in my head about what I would do if anybody ever weave-checked me, lol). Her whole demeanor had changed, she looked eager to hear what I had to say. Her husband had even started to look kinda interested at this point, like this whole hair thing had been a family problem, one to which he wanted a solution.

Moisture, moisture, moisture, I advised. I explained dc'ing, co-washing, and braid-outs. They asked for product rec's and I gave them. I finished by saying, her hair, once you get it fully 'juicy' (they laughed) and moisturized, it'll be beautiful, just a mess of bouncy curls. I mighta been wrong, but God help me if they didn't looked relieved.

Fin.

What a fab story--I had to read it twice!

 

[Lola Laughs]

I thought it was rude, but was like whatever, now had I known what the hair flip meant at the time...

Forgive my ignorance, what does the hair flip mean?

 

[*Muffin*]

I thought it was rude, but was like whatever, now had I known what the hair flip meant at the time...

What does the hair flip mean...? If you're uncomfortable posting the message here, pm me .

 

[pookaloo83]

Forgive my ignorance, what does the hair flip mean?

 

[*Muffin*]

From this I'm gathering that it means the other woman thinks you're nothing compared to them, and that they are all that and a bag of garden salsa sunchips!