(taken with my blackberry)
With all of the granddaughters in our family so far (pictured above with Charm City Daddy)--you'd think we have this hair thing down. But they all have different textures of hair and require different treatments.
Before I even knew Charm City Baby even had hair (yay!) I've been obsessing about how I am going to keep her hair done. This from a person who has done an interview about her various hairstyles in nationally televised pageants. Yes, I've been repeatedly teased--even at the office.
I think it's also partly a "black mama" thing. I know Olivia's hair is going to be kinky b/c she is, after all, my child.
I've practiced on my patient little neice--whose hair I predict may be closest to Olivia's texture. Bless her heart. My sister has trained her to get accustomed to the hours it takes to get your hair done as a black woman. What can I say? Part of it is because of our hair, part of it is because of the general social scene of the salon experience. It's expected.