How long did it take, to take out the SL's?

It took 9 grueling days and night to take out these 575 braids of locs in my hair and I still feel the pain in my scapula, but was worth it in the end though. And I have my curls and length somewhat. I'm hopful that by next July my hair will be twice the length. It could happen. Look at what I begin with just one year ago. Here

Tak'n them Down!

As some of you may know I decided in June of "09" to take down my Sisterloc (SL). It was a very personal decision for me and all I can say is that I had a love and hate affair with them. During my 10th month my hair became very very dry and brittle and I lost 2 locs, they literally shredded from the root. And I know from others sites and other SL bloggers that this may happen, one loses a loc or two, with 400 plus or more locs that not really a lost, but for me it was devastating and the ends begin to explode, OMG, which again, is what the hair is suppose to do. I think if all of these things had of happened at the begin stage, like all of the pics of SL that I seen then I might have felt differently. Who really knows? Well it done! And I love, love, love my hair, after all of the years and now at 50, I don't mine saying my age "50" I love my hair. It feels healthy, it looks healthy, and I'm astatic about my hair. I am at PEACE with my HAIR. Wwwoooooo!

Look who I met up with in Indianapolis

Do you remember me saiding "I wonder who I will me next?" Of course you don't unless you read the blog on Locked Down In Chi-Town. Anyhow, for those of you who do, I met up with Annette, she was down in Indy for a holiday vacation, visiting with her daughter Erika, a very lovely young lady. I had e-mailed Annette to wish her Happy Holiday and to throw a question at her about an up and coming event in Indy we plan to attend. And to my surprise, when she replied back and told me, she was in town I was excited. I knew that we just had to get together. We had a great time chatting at StarBucks coffee house just the three of us, Annette, her daughter Erika, and me. I was so anxious to meet Annette, I did'nt even ask her if she dranked coffee, less alone, liked coffee. Where were my matters, thank goodness they serve tea. We had a nice time talking about our hair and everything else. We even went to my favorite quilt shop on 86th street, which happens to be the background of the picture. And I may have inspired them both to take up quilting or a sewing project. Your friend Joyce would approve. Smiles