Black Butterfly

I have had these whisps of a romantic story floating thru my head for a few days now.

All I know is it involves a man, a woman, hair and a tender kind of love. I have a fixation on hair, if you haven't noticed that yet. I LOVE my hair, even though we tend to have differences of opinions on some occasions about just HOW it should be handled... but it is mine. Beautiful, (mostly) natural and all mine. Not that I won't get braids (extensions) put in at the drop of a hat, I'm not saying that at all.. I'm just saying that I respect my hair.. and it is an extension & expression of me. It is thick and curly (like my body) yet wild and utterly unique (like my mind).

annyhoow.. the story....the bits and pieces I have are more scenes than a story.. there is no plot, and really no storyline.. it is jus the musing of a man as he watches his woman move around the house, slipping into her natural self... converting from the outside woman to the home woman...and it peaks as she begans to take out her hair (the last piece of the transformation)

He helps her with her hair..and they lay... connected somehow by the hair in all of its glory that she has.. *sighs* Then he helps her put it inot a home sytle... lovingly and gently...I don't know...maybe the story is more abouta shifting of attitudes from the daily stresses of work/lifeto the peace and tranquility that SHOULD be home.

hmmm.... anyhow.... I can FEEL the story but can't quite seem to write it....maybe I will give it some time to grow.

Dammit All Anyway.....

Of Wigs And Women

The first thing I want to talkabout is hair. I'm not sure if it is as big of a thing for white women as it is for black ones...but to us (me included) hair is a major thing. It can be a stumbling block or your path to beauty and fame. Hair. Long and straight. Short and natural (a la nappy). In between and confused.
Personally.. I have always loved my hair. In it's nappy (a la natural) state. Me and my hair get along pretty darn well. I don't ask of it more than it can give, and it doesn't act crazy right before I have to go out. A good deal. But then...my soror gave me a wig. Nota big wig, but a cute little wig that gives me shoulder length super straight hair, and brings out my looks to POW instead of the usual wow. And I feel odd.

Almost guilty even, because I like this hair so much. It has even gotten me to thinking about straightening MY hair...although I know full well that it wouldfall out and be hideous and ugly and I would have to cut it all off and start over again. But..the lure of the full think super shiny hair still pulls me in.

SO what shall I do? The attraction of the wig is that in a main part I can take it off any time I want to...(like when sleeping) and then put it back on again. Nice yes? perfect hair without any bother. I don't know...maybe it is just a indication of my desire for change.

Lady Babblalot

I was supposed to wear a wig today.. just to see what it was like...*grins* I think that I might wear it to this party I might go to tommorow... so many might's in that isn't it? *sighs* I'm restless...and hopefully the weather will stay good enough so I can go to Six Flags later on today....but the weather is getting uglier and uglier and god KNOWS I am soo freaking sleepy.

Anyway.. there was not something that I really wanted to talk about. I was just rambling on...in my head and figured tht I might as well do it here. :) How else will I able to see what I look like without hair?

Ah well.. I'm done.