George Washington

Because I have no job, I've been feeling rather nostalgic lately. I remember summer as the lovely break between school years, sleepovers on more than just the weekends, firework popsicles, barbecues and going to the pool.

I don't remember the pool because of it's blazing hot plastic lawn chairs, the floating band-aids or the Colonel Crunch bars from the concession hut.

I remember the George Washington curls....

that my friends did.

My hair didn't like past Presidents, my hair didn't float like a mermaid when I was above water. My hair was a rat's nest. I learned to treasure the time spent before my swim races when I would kneal at the baby pool, soak my swimcap, load it with baby powder and hope my mom could pile my mop of hair into the cap before it started to seal. She would work as fast as she could, but sometimes we just couldnt work fast enough. I got poked in the eye, had rings lost in my hair, or a rat tail.

Let's just say I coveted the cute swimcaps of my peers. I was stuck with the adult ones. No funny slogans, no lady bugs or flowers. I just got Speedo. My heart now breaks for my young self of yesteryear.

But that was then, this is now. I embrace the mop. I embrace the fact that I can literally lose bobby pins for days at at time. It's cool, I love it. I use insane amounts of conditioner, but its all worth it. I am my curly hair, I can rock the long fro, I can rock the cute bun with sparkly headband look. My hair is versatile, not really.

All of you straight-haired people probably wish you had curls, and let me tell you I spent years trying to make my hair straight. I gave up and I'm happier.


It's not all fun and games though.... We frequently have to deal with the following afflictions....too often.

 the straight haired people stare at you funny..... it's like an explosion of foil and hair! I'm not kidding....

 What are we supposed to do with it? Put it in a baggie for later?

 which is why I don't like dishes.

Oh sorry, my neck is crooked to the side all the time, and I talk to myself too.


It's okay, we all have our issues.


Because I'm not white with "white people" hair, I am so curious as to how life is on the other side.

Any white people want to talk about it? It's okay, this blog is a safe place.


Care.