KayC's Hair History
I have finally updated my pictures in Fotki. Please email me for the password or look for it in my signatures on Nappturality or naturallycurly. My member name has changed slightly on Fotki, but it is still me. Thanks for the patience and gentle reminders for updates.
The links below are to message boards that I have read through the years. I still visit them but not as often as I did. Dearest Designs is my site for hand-crafted jewelry. Take a visit and let me know how you like it. We specialize in sorority and fraternity themed jewelry, but also offer baby bracelets and bridal jewelry. I apologize for taking a while to update, but hopefully I can keep up with everything on a regular basis. Thanks for coming by. Enjoy!
I have never had a problem with my hair while growing up and I have fond memories of my grandmother washing and blow-drying my hair once a week when in grade school. She would give me two long braids and I was a happy camper! My mother put a perm in my hair when I was eight because she said it was thick and hard to manage.
When I started to manage my own hair in junior high I did everything to it under the sun, including frying it with flat irons and curling irons. Thank goodness it took all that cruelty and never fell out, although I did do my fair share of cutting it into various styles that were popular at the time. My only perm mishap was a gel perm that did not burn my scalp like other perms, but took my hair out in long thick strands. I was never a fan of salons and my main style in high school was a ponytail. A friend in high school with hair similar to my own would experiment with growing her perm out on occasion. That was my first up close and personal introduction to natural hair.
I was finally convinced to go natural in college, by then my ponytails had been replaced with baseball caps. I had a class during the summer of 1996 with a girl whose hair was thick and long but wasn't bone straight. A classmate asked her one day about her hair and she said "I don't have a perm, it's all natural and I absolutely love it." After several conversations with her, I was hooked and my journey began. It took another year before I got the nerve to grow out my perm. The last time I needed a touch-up and did not get one was in May 1997.
I hid my natural texture for the first year in braids (my own hair braided into a high bun) and ponytails. It took me another year to get the nerve to wear it in it's natural texture without blow drying it. There weren't many naturals around, but a lot of short texturizers. By year three I had found the original blackhaircare.com message board (before it mysteriously disappeared and reappeared later) and naturallycurly.com. Those two boards offered a wealth of information that I printed and still refer to now. It took me a long time to embrace and accept my hair, and it took even longer for my family to accept my kinks and coils. It's been a long journey. I love my hair, everything it does and the versatility it allows.
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