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That Time I Invented a Hot Comb to Avoid the Hot Comb

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True story–don’t try this at home.

As a child, I hated the hot comb. It felt like punishment when I didn’t even do anything wrong. Also, I hated all forms of grooming and hygiene–a waste of time, I thought, with which I could be playing and getting dirty again.

Anyways! One fine afternoon my mom informed me she would be pressing my hair with the hot comb. You would think I’d been told to take a bath. Oh, the sulking. Oh, the whining noises! When that had no effect on her resolve, I had to take matters into my own hands.

I came up with the brilliant idea to do it myself! It would be super-quick and painless because I’d be using a wide tooth metal pick instead of that horrible instrument of torture built like a cast iron skillet. And I wouldn’t go so close to my skin or burn my ears. Of course my hair wouldn’t be the least bit detangled but that’s my grown self interjecting into this story.

Now, I just needed a safe heat source, and by safe,  I meant covert, because if I got caught fooling around with the open flames of our stove, the tongue-lashing I’d get from my mother would straighten my hairs all on its own.

So the space heater it was. Yes. I stuck a metal hair pick through the grill of an electric space heater to avoid the hot comb. Apparently, electrocution was a less scary prospect.

Anyways! I did that a couple of times (who knows if I even finished my whole head?) and skipped off to tell my mom not to worry about firing up the old gas stove because I had successfully “straightened” my own hair. With a wide tooth pick. And a space heater.

I’m not sure what in my few years of existence led me to believe my mom would be anything but horrified at that. She was, suffice to say, unimpressed by my ingenuity. And I still had to get my hair pressed.

The End.

 

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Mystery Blogger Award

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What is it:

“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion. –  Okoto Enigma

The Rules:

• Put the logo/image on your blog.

• List the rules.

• Thank the person who nominated you and link their blog.

• Mention the creator of the award and link their blog.

• Tell your reader 3 things about yourself.

• You have to nominate 10-20 people.

• Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.

• Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question.

 

So, I’ve been nominated by Yeka over at myyeka.wordpress.com. Thanks, girl! This put a smile on my face today.

Three Things About Me:

  1. I hate bananas–the cold mushy texture, the afterthought of a flavor. I rebuke it. Give me fried plantain any day! I can’t remember ever liking bananas, but I do remember many a standoff as a child refusing to eat my “fruits”.
  2. I’m an aspiring music producer. I’ve had an on-again off-again love affair with the piano since preschool. Today, I’m pursuing a career in music production.
  3. “I’m currently learning Spanish”…has been a perennial saying of mine for the past two years.

 

Yeka’s Questions:

1. Would you cut your hair for $10m?

Girl, with 10 million dollars I would cut my fro and convert to product junkism. Hand pressed coconut pink hibiscus mermaid tears deep conditioner? I’ll take a dozen!

2.  What is your worst scenario of a typical bad day?

Being too depressed to eat, take care of myself, or interact with anyone.

3.  What is your biggest dream in life?

My biggest dream is to work hard enough to be successful enough to help my family ease their burdens.

4. How mischievous were you in your childhood days?

Ha! Not very. I tried it, got caught in a lie (I was never a good liar), and got my butt whooped. But those cookies were so addictive, I just had to eat the whole box.

5. Who in this world would you trade places with just for a day?

For one day? President of the United States sounds good, but then, of course, you are *trading* places.  So, no one. I don’t want anyone wreaking havoc for 24 hours in my life.

6. What’s the craziest thing you have ever done for love?

I’ve never done anything crazy for love. Draw your own conclusions.

 

My Questions:

  1. What is your favorite way to treat yourself?
  2. Disregarding the laws of physics, what’s an invention you could use to make your life easier?
  3. Whom in your life do you lean on most, when you are going through hard times?
  4. When was the last time you got a compliment that brightened your day?
  5. Do you remember your life before smartphones; how has technology impacted you (for better or worse?)

 

The Nominees!

  1. HeyMissJackson
  2. Full of Sol
  3. HealthyNappyNerdyMommy
  4. The Curly Frugalista
  5. D’apres Tania
  6. Idle Head
  7. Beinpickii
  8. Naturallynn
  9. Rhythm In Life
  10. QueenBits

Congrats to all these unique voices!


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That Time I Wore African Threading to School

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By the 4th grade, my mom had tried many things with my hair–plaiting, salon relaxers, jheri curls, and  extension braids. Box relaxers were not a thing in our lives yet, so one day, she decided African threading would be a  good look for her daughters.

My older sister was in middle school and more outspoken than me besides, so she was not having it. It was just me unspooling and measuring out the threads, while Mom wrapped and wrapped and wrapped. It was all quite fascinating until I remembered this wondrous creation was being erected atop my head, and I would be wearing it to school.

As the twisting forms took shape, I got nervous. I sheepishly asked my mom if she could maybe just have them all go to the back in a sort of ponytail. Nope. Not enough thread for that, and besides, African threading was an art–design!

The kids at school didn’t think so. One pasty kid who ain’t never said two words to me in all the time before, decided to open his mouth to say it looked like a “fuse box”. And my teacher–bless her Southern heart–could only muster a polite smile and a “it looks unique.” I don’t remember how many days I had to endure that boy’s teasing, but I didn’t want to hurt my mom’s feelings, so I didn’t tell her about it.

Instead, I plotted, as we non-confrontational types are wont to do. I waited for my moment to let that snotty fool have a piece of my mind. I thought up the best comeback my little self could summon from the depths of my undeveloped mean side. Next time I saw Snotty, I wouldn’t be the one left tongue-tied.

Finally, the threads came down and I returned to school.

“What happened to your fuse box?” asked Snotty.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BRAIN?!”

I sucked at comebacks, and we ended up going a few rounds repeating our questions in comical fashion.

The end

 

Do you have any childhood hair stories that you can look back and laugh at? Comment below, and don’t forget to like, share and follow! ❤

 


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Bobby Pin Theft

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I “keep” my bobby pins in a makeup pouch, but really they end up everywhere.

They’re bookmarking the notepad I write in. One is substituting for a paperclip elsewhere. I use them to hold my DIY foam hair rollers, and sometimes they turn up under my pillow.

Once in a while I’ll locate one by accidentally stepping on it, or half a dozen by doing a load of laundry. 9 times out of 10, they are just lost in my hair. That 10th time, though? Thieving fairies.

Let me tell you how notorious bobby pins are for vanishing into thin air. I once picked up a pack from the store, got home, and discovered HALF the pins were missing from the package!

Can you believe some fool stole 50 cents worth of bobby pins? Like, really? What are you planning to do with half a pack?  You lose that many in a week. Come on.

Needless to say, I double check every time I purchase, now.

How fast does your supply disappear? What’s the silliest place one of your bobby pins have turned up? Share below, @edinPON, or  +EdinPursuitOfNatural on google plus. Don’t forget to like and follow!


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Tightrope and Tension

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So, there I was getting my Janelle Monáe on, when a stab of pain hit me right in the pompadour. I knew I was working with old hair but The Itch could not be that bad already.

Maybe dry scalp? An infected micro-cut from scratching? I even tried spot cleaning but the pain came right back.

Finally, I took down my updo, and my scalp said, “What were you thinking?”

I was thinking my length at the time was just enough to get creative like the Electric Lady. Maybe. Sort of. If I pulled it in well-well and pinned it down in a hundred-and-one places. Bad idea. We all know tension is the enemy of edges, but on a tender head tension anywhere can be a literal headache.

Me and slack became best friends after that. I love a style that’s laid and slayed, but I gotta keep my balance. So, I incorporate volume into my ‘dos to give sleekness a rest, and I think twice before triple-tying or giving my stocking just one more tug around my puff. I also treat myself to a scalp massage once in a while, especially when I’m wearing a style that stays put and my roots get stiff.

You might also find that, like mine, your sensitive scalp abhors the feel of bobby pins poking or even slightly rubbing against it. I try to carefully insert the pin raised away from the scalp to avoid such irritations. If I can feel it sliding in, it’s too close.

So, mini-Monáe (pictured above) didn’t last the day, but I learned to be a bit more conscious about walking that line between haute hairstyles and a happy head.

What are your scalp sensitivities and tips for dealing with them? Feel free to share–and find me @edinPON on Twitter where I mostly share the work of others in the community and anything else that strikes my fancy.


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Mr. Terrific’s Fro

 

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Curtis Holt / Mr. Terrific (Echo Kellum) via nerbastards.com

Right now, Flash is the only hero on tv who can credibly suit up before the badguys or emergency situation gets away from him. The rest of them are way late or running up their credit card bill.

 

Now, Luke Cage has the right idea, but Supergirl and Superman? Just ripping off their clothes and tossing them onto some homeless person probably, if not in the middle of the street. Find a dumpster before you fly off. I’d tell you to donate, but the Goodwill doesn’t want your buttonless hand-me-downs. Just invest in pullovers, okay? And where do they put their glasses?

But I’d really like to talk about the non-super heroes. Like Team Arrow. As the saying goes, everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time, and there ain’t no way Team Arrow suits up in less than ten minutes. Not with all those separates.

Really, Green Arrow says, “Let’s go!” and five minutes later they just finished removing their gear from the damn display cases. Five minutes after that, they’re putting grease paint around their eyes–or spray painting it on with stencils to shave off a few seconds. Then they wait another five minutes for the glue on their masks to dry. And another thirty waiting on Mr.Terrific to get his cornrows done.

 

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Mr. Terrific / Curtis Holt (Echo Kellum) via CW/youtube.com

 

Y’all. I know cornrows are very practical in a fight–Curtis’s fro is too bomb to have some raggedy baddie snatching out his strands–but there ain’t no way he is getting to the scene of the action at the same time as the rest of the team, if he has to take them down and put them up every single time and at a moment’s notice. Unless there is a professional African hair braider on the team of stylists in the Arrowcave that we don’t know about yet. Ha! Can you imagine them spilling tea while Team Arrow is away? It would be glorious.

A practical crimefighting suit would consist of a (satin-lined) ski mask, reinforced coveralls, gloves and boots. You would probably get mistaken for a criminal or creeper but at least you’d be on time!