Bad Hair Day, What is that?

Whoo Hoo Five Weeks down and a lifetime to go. Okay let me apologize for the pictures ahead of time, I desperately need to get a new digital camera. My ancient camera finally bit the dust in an unfortunate incident involving a bottle of water and the bottom of my purse. Therefore all pictures will come from my phone until further notice.

I took this picture at the end of the day to see how these curls had held up. I was very pleased with it. I hated it that morning. I tried rolling my hair with a pencil the night before (something I read in a blog...I know, I know I said I would stop trying everything I read). Anyway, you basically roll your hair around a pencil and then slide the pencil out and secure it with a bobby pen, when you wake up then you have these great curls. The only problem is that they were way too tight. Like geri curl tight(Thankfully can not remember how to spell this horrible hairstyle). So maybe that is a good way to wear longer, more mature locks. However, I will not try it again because I don't favor the geri curl sisterlocks look. On a happier note I received these beautiful flowers from my boo (will have to think of a great name like breadbasket for my man, you will only understand this if you are a brunsli blog reader) after a questionable work week. I have never loved flowers, but these totally made my day. This picture was after I had them for four days, they were beautiful.

So I ordered some loc loops and they came in. I have curled my hair with them twice and I love the curls that I get with them (pics later) but the curls are gone by the end of the day. I am so frustrated, does anyone have any suggestions on how to keep my curls in.

Also I finally completed my first wash! I was so scared, because of the bootleg locks in the front. I thought they would all come out. They did not, but it made my scalp extremely dry. I found this out the next day when a male colleague asked me why I had a grey spot in the front of my head with a strange look on his face (as if he did not know). So I am oiling and drinking lots of water to combat this lovely problem. Finally, let the revolution begin, one of my friends on the creamy crack ( I love that term, it never fails to make me laugh) is telling people how great sisterlocks are. I am like girl you need to jump on the train too. I will have to keep praying for her :) As always I still love, love my locs. Oh and I apologize in advance to all of the grammar phobes that read this blog. God Bless!