This is a photograph of a photograph of my Mum and me. Before she was my Mum, she was Harriet. That’s Aunt Harriet, actually, because growing up I heard SO many people calling her that, that I started doing it myself! Mum was my first and best hairdresser, a virtual hair whisperer. She knew what did and didn’t work with my hair, and her stretching comb fringes were the one – not a crispy edge in sight and no burning smell, either. She would ‘outsource’ scratching, washing and plaiting, but the actual making the hair look good she did herself. This mix-tress thing that the natural hair community has going on? Harriet did that in the 80s. She read up on products when reading up meant getting a book or magazine as opposed to asking Google/Yahoo/insert your search engine of choice. Time, trial and error lead to mixes for different needs – plaiting mix was heavier on the castor with a touch of glycerine so as to draw in and lock in moisture. For stretching and fringe creating she used a mixture heavier on the coconut oil – sealing in the moisture she added to my hair as well reducing the likelihood of a ‘limp fringe effect’. I’ve booked a consultation with her this weekend. She thinks I’m joking but nah, man. I need those recipes in my life!
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Tracy
4/10/2015 08:57:10 am
Thank you for the tips on coconut and castor oil i needed that. Used to think its all myth
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