"C" Is For Compromise...

…in the form of the texturizer I applied last week because I was sick of the hour-and-a-half two-strand twisting sessions. I broke down and bought the box of creamy crack “lite” on Monday and waited a few days before working up the nerve to apply it. It was like I had a kinky-haired angel over one shoulder and a bone-straight relaxed diablito over the other.

And yes, I know I’ve just inferred that relaxers are evil; I don’t think they are, but last year I swore of chemicals in my head for ever. Hmmph. Who was I fooling? The desired effect — a slightly looser, more manageable curl pattern — was achieved but my hair didn’t mix with the Kinky-Curly product like I thought it would. It’s actually too loose now and not as poofy as before.

For about five minutes, I was faced with a dilemma: would the creamy crack lite be a gateway to another full-on relaxer addiction? Or would I try and work with my new, slightly more manageable texture?

A quick look at my checkbook and the latter won out. My beautician charges $60 for a relaxer and rinse (because I gotta cover the gray). Sixty bucks every six weeks for a year is roughly $480/yr, not including deep conditioning treatment, trims, and a mid-relaxer visit (about $30). Texturizer it is.