This is a letter to ALL the hair gods and hair stylist out there! I’m calling out to you! Especially you Tyshara!!!!!! If I had the funds to fly you out here to Cleveland, Ohio please believe me I would! Like right now! Like at this very moment! Like, this here very second! I wish I could snap my fingers and you would appear! Just don’t pop up behind me!
This morning I woke up feeling defeated! All the bad hair demons are lose! But I got my self-esteem spirit together and calmed my nerves to try and fix this here situation. I said a short little prayer, because God is the fixer of all things. That includes my abbreviation right now. Because I am a mess down, bust down right now. *Sigh* Jesus! Come bless this mess! Please!!! This is not a joke, but a prayer for those who are laughing! Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about my hair! And right now it looks like I’m not feeling much of anything. This is the one nerve racker for me being a Marine wife. There are many many things that make me appreciate this military life! And even though I look like a troll at the very moment, *literally* I wouldn’t change it for the world. But I do wish that the USMC would do me, and I’m sure many other wives a favor by hooking us up with the best hairstylist the USMC could offer! *My husband is going to crack up when he reads this* I mean I know it sound a bit far fetched but hey, this is my area and these are my thoughts.
If my husband asked me right now to meet him for whatever reason at his office, I would have to send Naomi! *Hahahahaha* No! I’m so so serious. Now, I have accomplished somethings with my hair! Wait!! Did I mention that I was natural!!!??? Well, yes! Ya girl is natutal! And naturally going crazy because of it. But I refuse at this point to get a relaxer. My hair would probably fall out if I do! So that’s not an option. I just took out some jumbo braids that I did myself! *Pat on the back* That was my little hustle in middle and high school. But I don’t want to wear braids every awakening moment of my life. Bundles! I need bundles! I look like someone’s brother.
I may be married, and some people feel like that seals the deal, and yes it does in other circumstances for sure! But I like to be sexy when my husband comes home from work too. You know when you’re dating someone and you get all cute when you go see them. Well, shoot! I still like to do those things. I don’t want to be looking like “House on the Prairie” every time he comes in from work! This bonnet life is over for me! I mean just cause he chose to make me his wife, doesn’t mean I can just fall off the band wagon. I ain’t fell off now, don’t get it twisted. But this here hair is holding on for dear life! *Hahahha, that made me laugh.*
Slick back ponytails are on my last nerve. Two strand twist take up too much of my time. And I over my Afro gal look too! A sew in would be lovely, but it has to come out eventually, then what? Plus I workout at LEAST 4 days a week, that means on a good week I may workout 6 days a week. Eeewwww, sweat and a sew in, not a good look! Or should I say, not a good smell. Soooooooo that leaves me with the infamous wig!!! Yep! I reckon I jump on the wig wagon. Cause ya girl has no choice! So I’m gonna get me some wigs made! With some nice fresh, deep wave, Brazilian bundles.
Jesus be a fence until they get here!!!! I ain’t lying! I’m just soooo thankful I’m not on base on this duty, because I wouldn’t step foot outside for nothing or nobody! And thats real! I am not the one to be out and about looking like who shot John and forgot to kill him. No way! No how! Someone for sure would wonder, “what in the world is going on with Jones wife?”
So there ya go! A military wife that is clueless in what to do with her hair. That’s me! That’s just one of the few things I may complain about from time to time. Oh yeah, let me share this with you before I go! My most recent hairstylist is my husband. Yep! Rob is a jack of all trades! His wash and blow dry game is strong. And he can part the heck out of some hair! Thank God for Jesus and thank you Jesus for Rob. He even calls me beautiful when I feel a little bit blah on days. I love him for that. Not just because he says it, but, because I know he means it. So yep, there you go. So when I get my wigs he can help me name them! And yes their last names will be Jones!! *Hahahaa* I crack myself up! Thank you Jesus for this blog and laughter! I was feeling a little bit down this morning but I know that it won’t always be like this. You never know, I may start my own wig shop one day!
Your beauty is not in your hair, in your nails, in your shape or size, makeup etc…but beauty is in your character, in your attitude! Those are the things that make you pretty!
Signed,
Semper Fi Wife