|Up close and personal with my baby sisterlocks|
How did so many chefs end up in my head? Well for starters I am in transition (read homeless) at the moment and a bad planner. I got my locks installed late May, a month before I was leaving London and heading to America for 4 weeks only to turn back around for vacation in Copenhagen for two weeks and then permanently move to Berlin. There was a day or two in there that I woke up in a hotel and had no idea what city, country or time zone I was in.
|A certified consultant did this, she just grabbed and braided my hair|
I really didn’t know what was doing in the back of my hair until a few days later. I assumed since the front and sides were grand, that she continued with the same craftsmanship and professionalism in the back. Nopers! In examining my locs in the back I discovered the base of my locks were just as big as the base of my tradition locks that I used to have. There was no rhyme or reasons to the braiding, it was a random assault, grab, braid and go. I undid one lock that felt extra juicy and I would wager it was about 4 or 5 potential sisterlocks in one.
|The bottom two rows are totally unraveled, that is due to my hair texture|
I should have just stuck with one of the original ladies who installed my locks, they were super duper amazing, but I really couldn’t find her anywhere. I texted, emailed, called, damn near sent a carrier pigeon but she was on holiday and I only had 48 hours in London. Next time I head to London I have to get my last 2 or 3 rows reinstalled or at least parted in an orderly manner and braided. Lesson learned or better yet, reinforced.