It seems like the only type of jeans that are out now are the skinny jeans. I've never been a fan. It might have been remotely cute in high school but I like the idea of being able to breathe, NOT feeling like my legs are trapped inside giant sausage casings.
So I've been natural for about 17 years now and my hair has gotten used to being in its natural, curly state. Every quarter I straighten it so that I can trim the split ends. Unfortunately it looks like the life energy has been sucked out of it so typically when I'm finished, I just shove my head under the shower to get it to snap back to normal.
I don't think my hair is happy with any manner of straightening whether it's with heat or with the so-called "creamy crack" which has not been on my scalp for nearly two decades.
My introduction to these arrogant jerks began several years ago. I watched them dive-bomb cats and attack birds twice their size. They even turn on the smaller sweeter birds. I can't stand their shrill sounds when I come out and sit on my front porch. Really birds? Are you paying the mortgage? I'm not a snake nor am I a cat, so I'm not going after your little raggedy nests.
Also, don't park your car under the tree for any length of time if you know what I mean. They make blue jays look like saints.
Ani Todd Smith, Visual Artist and Do-er of Stuff