That's what I said to myself the last time I sat in a hair braider's chair. No mas. I love braids in all their various iterations: box braids, kinky braids, Senegalese braids. Love. Love. Love! What I don't love is sitting on my behind for six to eight hours to achieve the look. When I sit in the chair with all my gear (iPhone that serves as my entertainment, bottled water, and even a sandwich or fruit for lunch) I always wonder what else could I be doing with my life?
- Writing on my current novel.
- Reading a book on self improvement (i.e. managing my time).
- Working...at work. (Don't tell me I'm the only one who's taken a day off from work to get their hair done.)
Okay, fine. The top two can be achieved sitting in the stylist's chair. Still, I'm an antsy, on-the-go kind of girl. The days of me listening to braiders argue amongst themselves in a foreign language or listening to a child cry for hours on end are in my rearview mirror. Does this mean I'll abandon braids? Au contraire!
I have stumbled upon crochet braids. Pre-twisted hair that looks good enough to satisfy my occasional need to feel like an exotic islander has changed my life. The best part is that I can do them myself. I can wash, condition, dry, and install in three hours max. All while I'm being productive... watching a Lifetime Movie.