You. Only. Live. Once.
It’s a mantra for those of us being BRAVE this year. (And by “us” of course I mean “me”)
I went out for Dim Sum with some people from work, “Kikita, would you like to try chicken feet?”
I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to ride on the back of a motorcycle.
I made it happen.
It was terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
I’ve wanted to have braids in my hair forever. Not corn rows, just braids. I thought I could rock it, but was worried because some white people look REALLY STUPID with them.
There was only one way to find out…
I bought the hair.
I made the appointment.
And then I was done.
I have braids now.
My family HATES them. My mother was very diplomatic. She said she loves the braids, she just doesn’t love them on me. My sister, however, said they look horrible on me and she hates the color and I look bad and she proceeded to stomp around.
Most of my man friends love them. A couple asked that I not call them until I take the braids out and go back to being myself.
One idiot went so far as to say, “Why don’t you leave braids to black girls?”
I love them. I love the color of brown. I love how the blue pops and the purple blends. I love how I can tie them in a knot.
I was not ready for how much attention they would bring. It has taken some getting used to. Everywhere I go, eyes are on me. That alone would make me think twice about getting them again. The other reason was just sitting for 8 hours was brutal.
Yes, I can wash them. That was an adventure in itself. I’ve learned that I have quite the sensitive scalp. The moment the water hit the exposed places on my scalp, I got chills. They didn’t stop. It was wild. And DRYING my hair… It’s been two days and my hair is STILL wet. 😉 (Ok, that’s not true, but I swear it took a long time)
If I HAD looked like an idiot (which I don’t think I do), hey, it’s just hair…