The girls got their first professional braids put in 4 days before the wedding. What an experience! I found this lady through a friend who adopted her daughter from Ethiopia. She has a cute little shop over by the DM fairgrounds – it’s only been open a year. We were there for 7 hours as the girls got their hair washed, detangled, blown out, and braided. It cost me $200, which is an awful lot of money (and the reason we will only be doing this for special occasions) but for that much work, $200 seems really fair. I thought it was good for the girls, culturally, too. They do not spend time with other black people, other than their one bio brother. To a certain extent, they need these kind of experiences. I thought it was interesting though, when the stylist told me that her “bread and butter” is adoptive families. She said it is very hard to convince black families of the necessity of paying for hair care and thus, in her opinion, a lot of little black girls are running around with their hair very unkempt. That surprised me. I just assumed knowing how to braid was part of the black DNA! But if a family has a houseful of girls, plus a mom, they would spend several thousand a year on hair, which could be prohibitive for a lot of a families, too.
November is both a “blue” and “brown” month for me. It’s blue because I experience synesthesia (it’s a real thing – look it up) and brown because that’s just what I think of when I think of Nov. It’s kind of the bridge between glorious orange and red October and the white and green of December. But today it’s not brown. It’s sunny and pretty. It’s also supposed to be 73 degrees, which is actually annoying because by this time of the year I like to have all the summer clothes packed away and instead, I am tripping over two seasons of clothing still in closets and on dressers.
Halloween is over. Half the birthdays are over. I am relieved.
Ellie did not go trick or treating last night (that was fun explaining THAT to the neighbors!) Nor did she carve a pumpkin last week. And I had plenty of pumpkins. Out of the 5 seeds that sprouted, I harvested 12 pumpkins. I think David carved 3. Last night I ripped up my vines and carried them to the burn pile. It was interesting to…