First of all, I would like to blame give thanks to the following entities:
- Sunshine
- New York City
I know Sunshine's probably cackling with glee right now, lol. I surrendered to her lures and visited the barbershop next door. I had dropped by earlier to find out if they could indeed trim my hair, and they said sure, so I popped back in the evening and climbed into a chair.
By the way, I might have mentioned thinking about trimming Poofy, but this morning, I felt it was time to start becoming me, more. And suddenly, having my hair cut was vital. And happening. Today.
I told the barber I wanted it low on the sides and not to touch the top, but not to round it out. I didn't want a mini-microphone going on up there. Lobster had said to make sure I didn't come home looking like the Fresh Prince :P
He busted out a set of clippers, and my mind went "What??! What do you need clippers for? I expected scissors!"
Fortunately, my mouth kept shut as he picked out Poofy (which, by the way, was an uneven and hilarious sight). When he started on the sides, I was worried that he was taking too much off, and it would be too low once I added water to the mix. But dude seemed to know what he was doing, so I went with it. Trust is a difficult thing, but when getting a cut, it's kinda hard to micro-manage.
He used all kinda guards on the clippers, shaped it without a guard. By the way, when clippers without a guard are being used on your hair- do not fucking move. Unless you wanna be missing a chunk of your afro, that is. I just held my breath and tried not to laugh (try being in a black barbershop and not laughing).
One close call though, he was working near the top, and I took the moment to inform him that I wanted the sharp angle at the top kept. Which turned out to be a marvelous thing, because dude was about to shave that corner right off to shape it out *palpitations*.
Memo to all: speak out. Make sure you get exactly what you want. Abeg.
It took under an hour, and cost $15. I may never go to a stylist to cut a TWA again. Seriously. I got home and I was so infatuated with my hair that I had to take pictures of it
before washing it. I love a cut that has a great shape when picked out. So all the shots so far are of Poofy freshly cut and picked out.
Oh, and he was about to line me up, when he thought to check with me first. I said no. I can't do lines. That shit needs to be maintained, and my baby hair is rebellious as fuck. I know it's extensive on the sides and back, but I don't give a fuck :D
I washed her with my anti dry scalp stuff, then slapped on some Organix (I swear by this stuff) and let that sit for a while. I was too impatient to properly deep condition her :P
So the pictures below are with the curl pattern back. The flash shows the hair better, and makes me look washed out. Ugh. Yeah, I'm vain like that.
And in my pajamas.
And I never wash eye-liner off properly. No, I don't have make-up remover yet. I know, I know.
Just check out the hair. *sigh*
So far, I'm absolutely loving the cut. No more waking up in the morning distraught because my shape's all fucked up. No more patting down the sides. I can't wait to put bantu knots in the top.
Also, this is my third cut in the past seven months. Addictive......