My 1st Cassia Experiment

ok so at the urging of a friend who shall remain nameless..she recently tried henna and was very impressed so like a good friend she practically collared me and insisted that i tried it also...and like any good friend i decided to blindly jump on the bandwagon and try a henna treatment also........so i whip out my credit card and I'm reading, reading, reading..... henna highlights your hair red....red!! Wait what!!.... gradually.......but still RED!!! 

Oh heck no hold the phone...this was a big problem but my trepidation didnt seem to deter her...she kept right on trying to convince me that surely, the miraculous benefits of henna was worth the leap into red hair kingdom.

unhappy hair

Nuh uh hunny, was my first response, when i first quit my addiction to the creamy crack aka perm, a red box of dye followed me home from the beauty supply store the same day but our relationship only lasted approximately 3 months, I hated it.  But now, desperation was fast seeping in and I was  speaking as a repeat offender/victim of frizzy dry hair monster that had started shedding like a poisoned dog.   Suddenly  red hair didnt seem so bad :'(

Anyway a stubborn bone in me urged me to not just become a red headed banshee so easily (no offense to the red heads) I did lots of research online and searched for an alternate option and thank god i kept on reading. I stumbled upon henna's neutral cousin Cassia which had the same great potential but without dying my hair red......thats all i needed to hear i got on line and ordered forthwith. The price for the Cassia was pretty decent but lord have mercy the shipping price can slay dragons it was steep, sharp, if nothing else it surely slayed my budget. Any-who the price of beauty always is costly so i squeezed my eyes shut and clicked on the order button.

 When it arrived i read the instructions but decided to put my spin on it. The package says you can just add water. I added honey,banana,castor oil and conditioner then  worked it onto every strand of hair, finally i slipped on a heat cap then sat under the dryer for jesus knows how long.........when i woke up........it was the next day and my pillow case was filthy....dont judge me i was tired........
Cassia's colour is forest green and smells like chicken poop.............yes i know what chicken poop smells like i'm from Antigua..... google it.....no its not a part of Jamaica.

Before my cassia arrived in the mail i read dozens of reviews and every one's mantra was the same, rinse, rinse, rinse then rinse again.....then after that....rinse like holy hell again. Turns out residual cassia particles in styled hair is a horrible thing.....nothing like a little left over conditioner or product...hair condition will be dry, dull and have a smarmy feel to it....ick. So i rinsed like there was no tomorrow.......until i felt sure that my skin was gonna flow down the drain. Then i deep conditioned with castor oil, honey, banana, conditioner avocado oil and lemon.......the lemon brightens my hair colour. Then i style as usual....here are my results

before the treatment

the two strand twists

separating the twists

what frizz?

My heart is bleeding for the Rape Victims of HAITI.....

I sit here reading and I am tearing up, all the while thinking what I can do to help, how to make this STOP NOW!

But I can barely process beyond what I am reading...................and I feel sick, disgusted, horrified but when I get to this sentence

Another child, a 2-year-old, had been raped in the same camp two weeks earlier. The toddler is taking antibiotics for a gonorrhea infection of the mouth,

as i read it my heart bleeds, this is truly and deeply sad. Although rape is despicable in any way shape or form, this brutal act happening to a 2 year old CHILD is heinous. I am so sad right now and I don't know how to communicate the depth of what I feel.

When I read this I see my toddler nieces face all three of them, my daughter is 17 months and her face is prominent while I am reading this article inspite of the fact that at this very moment i am writing this, they are safe in their beds hundreds of miles away from HAITI but my heart is still bleeding as any mother would as any right minded person should.

Life's "easy button"

Not that I have a pressing need for it at the moment but by-golly i would sure like to have one; you know...................just in case!

I never really set a staid plan for where I wanted to end up when i thought about my journey of becoming an adult, I was more inclined to go with the flow. I'm not distressed by the direction direction that I ended up in now but I sure would like that easy button. You know when you watch wrestling and in the middle of the fight and one wrestler feels overpowered...well he can just tap out..............that's his easy button AND I WANT ONE