Post by basilosaurus on Jul 29, 2012 14:16:35 GMT -5
Thanks, guys.
My friend is ok. She was in a shitton of pain, but she'll be ok. So, after being up all night with her, now, at 9am, I will go to sleep peacefully. What a weird. night. It's not often I have those moments, and then to be up all night on top of it, I gratefully welcome slumber.
Post by heightsyankee on Jul 29, 2012 14:55:14 GMT -5
And to answer your original question- my experience was more like missusbee. My mom braided my hair because it was practical. There was no affection in it, although I had and still have an affectionate relationship with her. It was pretty much the same as if she had helped me brush my teeth- just something that had to be done. Like some others have said, I also remember crying at the tangles, hair pulling and ear combing.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on Jul 29, 2012 20:56:02 GMT -5
Mom used to have to wrap her legs around me to hold me down because brushing my long, thick, curly hair was a nightmare at 4 or 5. At 32, my hair is neither long, nor thick, nor curly. I blame my mother.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Do you remember your mom braiding or otherwise messing with your hair?
Is this a standard girl memory, or only one written about in youth lit?
Yes. My mother did my hair regularly until I was old enough to go to a hair stylist and/or do it myself. Sat nights it was either braided up for the week or hot comb straightened for church. (I loved the latter because I got to wear a pink foam roller overnight so I could have a bang).
ETA: These were not tender moments with my mom, though. They were "sit down cause your head is a mess and we need to get it together cause I'm not sending my child to school looking like she was thrown away" moments.
Sous - I remember it going something like "Be Still Before I Burn You."
Along with ...
Followed by that smell of burnt hair and smoke.
To answer the question - yes, I do remember sitting to have my hair braided. My mom was very particular about making sure our heads looked decent. Either it was put in braids (rather plaits because braids mean cornrows or box braids complete with beads for black folks) or it was pressed out.
I remember my mom doing it, especially french braids.
I also remember my dad doing it. My parents divorced when I was 4 so he had to do my hair a lot before I could do it myself. I remember because it always looked hilarious.