Ladies I finally have a story to tell! Before I tell this story please do not feel sad for me. I have learned to make lemonade out of lemons- and it taste divine.
My father passed away last Sunday. He had cancer and I was his primary caregiver. Since he was my main priority I bought a wig as a protective style and stayed very disciplined with my reggie. Growing up my father loved my long hair and he was pissed when I cut it off in college then wore weaves as my style of choice. So my goal was to get my hair as long as I could to honor him. He saw my hair pressed in Nov. and he loved it, but it wasn't the length I wanted.
So today I went to Atl to go to my beautician b.c she isn't a scissor happy stylist. Returning to TN traffic was horrible so I stopped in 2 malls (south lake and Cumberland) to let the time go by- well my hair," Victoria"
got 3 phone numbers today. I got the last number when I stopped traffic (literally). The wind was blowing my hair everywhere. So I couldn't see the car. My mouth was full of a Starbucks panini and I was so hungry eating I didn't look before stepping out into traffic in the parking lot. Luckily the guy stopped in time and I passed by his car. He rolled down his window and said "excuse me, you are the most beautiful woman I've seen today. I want to take you to dinner. I'm going to circle the lot so I can come get your number." He was a cutie so I gave him my cell.
Fast forward to arriving home in TN, My aunt and her daughters were at my mom's house. As soon as I came in the house my brother said "is that all yours?" I started laughing. I come into the den and my mom says, " is that my daughter? Your hair is gorgeous!" So my cousins come out of the kitchen, one says, "that ain't all yours. Let me check." I finally got weave checked!!
they wouldn't stop complimenting me.
My hair is and inch below armpit, which is nothing. But the compliments can keep coming. Everytime I get one I see it as my father speaking through them.