Welcome back

Hey guys. It’s been a long hiatus. I have had a crazy summer filled with beauty- and other- lessons learned. Fall has had a no-less-hectic start. I have just relocated to New York City where I am pursuing a Master’s of Fine Arts in poetry writing at NYU. Y’all thought I just wrote hair stuff huh?

However things have been hectic. I am staying on my big sister’s couch until I find my own apartment. She lives on the third floor of a walk up and running up and down New York from apartment to apartment while trying to stay on top of class work has been a lot. I am a little tired.

Currently, though, I am on my way to the Mississippi Delta area for a family get together with my boyfriend. (His family, not mine). As I write to you I am looking forward to the slower pace of life I anticipate down south. I have always enjoyed visiting New York on weekends and family vacations. However, as a place to live, the city still has to grow on me.

Still, being thousands of feet in the air, away from the hustle has made me stop and think: I am in a great place. 2012 has been an incredible year. I have been lucky enough to travel to places like scotland, england and Barbados. I have love and a wonderful, crazy family and I am at NYU facing my biggest fears in order to pursue my dream as a writer. Things could not be better.

More information on my summer travels will be coming shortly. In the meantime, count your blessings, curlies and know I haven’t forgotten you.
Love,
Daria and Angela

I’m HOOOOMMEEE!

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from sunny (well, more rainy these days) Trinidad. I got in Tuesday the 10th and I’ve been doing some hardcore relaxing so not much to report. A few things:

I think my Mum is scared of Angela. We went out to run a few errands and I had Angela out at her fullest.  This is the convo that followed

Mum: Daria you ent comb your hair?

Me: Yes Mummy I combed it. This is how it looks

Mum: But you walk out the house with it just so?

Me: Well since we’re driving I was going to pull it back (My fro has been known to obstruct a driver’s view, mine included)

Mum: well you mustn’t leave the house with it looking unkempt.

Me: sigh…okay Mummy (pulls back hair. I did not come on vacay to argue with Mum) It’s just an afro like the wig you used to wear in the 70’s

Mum: (indignant) no mine used to be neat. We kept it short.

What I don’t think she gets is that styles, even as they recur, evolve so the afro of yesteryear, while still cute, might seem a bit dated. Also, while natural hair is fairly common in Trinidad, it is generally worn in protective styling. Trini style tends to veer away from things that are too bold. We are really jeans and t-shirt people.

Later my Mum spotted a lady and laughed saying her hair looked like mine “That’s not an Afro that is an A-FRAID!” I had to laugh. Oh Mother.

Anyway I at least wore it in a puff for her. Surprisingly my father who once LITERALLY did not notice an elephant in the room* observed the change right away (no positive or negative opinion, he just observed it) I have been rocking a top-knot mostly and have been wearing Shea Moisture conditioner and gel in my hair. I did try out this one look to take a new visa photo. In visa pics, your hair cannot obstruct your face, which Angela tends to do…

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I achieved it by leaving conditioner (silicone free!) in my hair to loosen the curl pattern. I used gel to hold it and then side parted my hair, rolling the wider side inward and securing the front of my hair into a half pony. Simple! Note: I stress using silicone-free conditioner because leaving conditioner with “cones” in your hair too long can stop moisture from getting in and eventually drive out your hair.

Other fun observation: Maybe it’s because this has been a particularly humid summer in DC, maybe it’s because my hair is not as dry as it used to be or maybe it’s because my hair is now natural: maybe it’s a combination- but when I had a perm I would feel the texture of my hair change the second I touched down in T&T but this time when I came home I noticed no great shift. It was interesting!

I will let you guys know more about my adventures in style as my holiday continues.

With love

Daria & Angela

* My mother collects elephant stuatues and one day we were shopping and fell in love with this majestic white piece. It was probably 2 feet tall and had a flat load on it’s back so we could add a glass table top and make it a centrepiece in the living room. I don’t remember the price but my Mum wasn’t sure how my Dad would feel about the purchase. She asked me how long I thought it would be before my father noticed this white elephant sitting in our living room. I guessed about 2 weeks. Well, fourteen days later my father comes home in the evening and quite confused goes to my mother “BUT HOW LONG WE HAD DAT ELEPHANT IN DE LIVING ROOM?!” and that is my father, bless his heart.