Bad hair day year?
December 15, 2007 by sjsmart
Those of you who know me know, I have wild hair. It is naturally curly and I have lots of it. I’ve always battled with my hair, not comfortable with the curls and not able to fully understand what products to use to make my hair look good straight.
The best thing that ever happened to my hair was being introduced to Steven Ward. From the moment I met him I knew I’d found the one (in Wilmington, NC no less). He got me, he got my hair. We talked about what I liked, what I didn’t like, and in under 2 hours he was able to make me look and feel like a million bucks! Steve is an artist, he was able to take my words, my vision for myself and transform them into the best hair cuts and styles I had ever owned. From him I learned to be comfortable in my curls and to love my hair straight. It’s all about products, attitude and a skilled stylist. Just before leaving the states I stopped in for one last “do” (thanks again Deb for switching appointments with me). I knew it would be a long time before our paths crossed again.
So now here I am in Belarus about 3-4 weeks past due for a haircut, having a bad hair day and terrified of what may happen if I dare sit in one of these chairs. Not only do I need to find a stylist who speaks AND understands English, I need to find a stylist whob gets my hair, in Belarus! I’m not sure how familiar you are with the demographics of this country, but I’d venture to say the African American population is less than 1%. I’d even go out on a limb and say it’s less than 10 people total. So, here in lies my problem. I’ve spent the past 3 months observing the people, their hair, their style and quite frankly I’m scared. Mullets and straight bangs are everywhere. A couple of women have offered me the names of the people who do their hair and I’m considering taking them up on those offers, but in the back of my mind I’m also thinking, I wonder if I can manage to get to London when Steve is in town to “do Dido”. He’s just that good.


Wow- that’s a tough one. . . .