Today I am officially over the flu and ready to work. Although, I worked around the house yesterday moving furniture after my sectional left.
I love having this little couch in the room, but the slipcover is going to drive me crazy - it wrinkles and wrinkles bother me big time, so time to shop for slipcovers!
Not sure if I mentioned that my granddaughters left for camp on Sunday. I think it's great that they're experiencing the outdoors young. My first camping experience was a freezing cold night and I was very pregnant. I still remember shivering through the night and waking up thanking God that I didn't have frostbite. I remember crawling out of the tent and sitting on our little toilet my husband had set up behind our tent. As I sat looking around taking in the beautiful scenery and for a minute thinking this really isn't too bad - I looked up to a campsite of people looking down at me while drinking their coffee and watching me pee... got some good-morning waves and a few thumbs up. Yup! my first and last camping trip.
Yesterday I went in for my hair consultation for my locs. It's a little overwhelming trying to decide the size of locs, but this is what I decided.
Tuesday is the big day and I can't wait!
It's interesting though the responses I get from people when I say that I'm getting locs. I've gotten everything from that's interesting to don't you just let your hair get really dirty and don't comb it?
I'm well aware of how most of the world stereotypes black women by their hair. I think I've shared in past blogs how people approach me or don't approach me depending on the style of my hair.
I decided a few years ago that natural was going to be it for me. No more chemical relaxers and no flatiron on my hair daily - I'm just going to do me and people can make all the prejudgements that they want. If you're going to make a decision about me based on my hair I don't want you in my life anyway.
As I was sorting through pictures this morning I came across pictures of my seven-year-old granddaughter with girls that she met for the first time on a 2 day stay in Prescott. I was drawn to the smiles on their faces and the love in their eyes. They met, accepted each other, and acted as if they had been lifelong friends. Oh, how I had forgotten about the innocence of a child. The color of skin, the size of a body, the structure of a face does not matter. They are ready to accept and love unconditionally until we and society teach them differently.
There was nothing but smiles and laughter as they danced, made beaded jewelry, and ate. They made sure that they all were a part of whatever they were participating in. They cared about each other's feelings and made sure that everyone was having fun and was happy. Why is it that we grow to become so obsessed with appearance and behavior of others that we miss seeing the light or the struggles in others? We're so quick to judge b…