Beauty Experience: I must have been a red-head in a past life
Posted Saturday, January 26 2013 at 00:00
Considering how good I looked with a red weave for two months, now before you label me vain, I should first tell you that I knew I looked good because of the numerous praises I received. The kind that made this black girl blush. This weave was actually burgundy to be exact –that deep red that is almost maroon but isn’t really.
I had always wanted to wear this colour on my head but had never gotten round to it so when I went to the salon and the lovely stylist suggested a short weave, I thought to myself “what better time than now?” and told her to get one in burgundy. Julie or the weavemaster as I now call her was skeptical about my choice of colour but she must subscribe to the school of the-customer-knows-best because she went ahead and bought it, bless her heart.
After she had weaved it on and trimmed it to fit my face, she understood why I wanted the colour. It really complimented my skin tone, not that I know it would mind you, I just chose it to see what I would look like had I been born a red head. And I must say I liked it! To quote one of the people who was amazed by it, I looked like “a vivacious yet adorable pixie”. To top it off I felt like it too. Women stopped me at the supermarket to ask for the name of the weave, babies touched it like a treasured toy and men gave me more attention than I usually get… I was on fire! Or at least my head was.
As if that was not enough, this hair was easy to maintain. All it needed was combing and a wash every once in a while, and since it was a human piece, the water did not leave it frizzled. Best believe I will be wearing that look again in the future, if I ever get what it is called. I never did get the name.