Two Sunday evening’s ago, following my bovine escapades and
a much needed samba class, a bunch of us ladies braved the bone chilling
weather in search of a cosy chinwagging spot.
Lured by the promise of the best hot chocolates around, we headed for
the nearby When You Gonna office, aka Scooter Cafe in Waterloo, where we took up
residence for a couple hours. Side
note: Their hot chocolate, is of a thing of unadulterated sin! Hot milk (but not too milky) or white, liquid chocolate you want to dive into, or,
at the very least smear all over someone and lick off, slowly! Ooooh Mama!
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| Ooops! Nearly finished my white hot chocolate before I took a snap |
We made ourselves comfy, talking about a mishmash of random,
and eventually the conversation turned towards hair. One of our number was off on holiday the next
day, and wasn’t sure what to do with her Brazilian Blowdried, curly afro hair.
One of the reasons Karla and I started W.Y.G was so we could
discuss hair. Most of the stories and
info we read, via the blogosphere, were largely from an American perspective. In
real life, neither of us had had many conversations, with other people, about
natural hair and most of our Black friends were relaxed. Feeling a bit remote from the growing ‘community’ we wanted a forum where we could share experiences and invite chat. For us, it's not the norm to be anywhere where naturals
make up a sizeable number, so this impromptu convo two Sunday’s ago was lovely.
The others had slowly peeled off leaving Ami & Isabelle (former
London's Natural Beauties), Dee and myself to get stuck in. As a group of Black women from different
ethnicities and Nationalities it was great to have a range of perspectives and stories. We touched on everything from
regimes to myths to our individual hair journeys and other people’s reactions
to our hair.
