I know in my first post (of 2k15) I said all hair decisions were on hold. I lied. More to myself than to you.
Last Tuesday I went to the famous Ngamula -- the Ngamulas are famous to people who know me on the internet because whenever someone asks about getting a Kendrick they are who I recommend. The resulting cut was one where Ngamula took artistic license and I'm not mad at him for it. The Ngamulas and I chatted about how the local schools' ban on the cuts is not only a petty decision but also one that's had an effect on their business. They'd be busy throughout the year if kids at the local high schools weren't forced to shave their hair off it they dare to get the german cut or 'hawk. The forced uniformity of our schools would have prospered with this hair but for some reason the teachers find it to be too festive. My particular cut is festive because I'm a grown woman. Anyway. My sister has gotten herself a Ngamula cut two December holidays in a row, the one she got last year was the best. This is another chapter in my hair story.
For a better picture of the hair (visit my instagram) for a series of selfies showcasing most of my accessory "collection" and my new cut read click through. All of the accessories (except for the Ray Bans) I bought on the streets of Johannesburg. The lipstick is almost as brown as I want it to be.
(More like Fat Girl Window Shopping, tbh)
On the second of February I went to a mall to do a sim swap (a phone-related procedure to you, internash readers) and I tried on a lot of clothes. Turned out they couldn't do my phone thing because I forgot my green book. Here's a likely to not be at all interesting look back at that Monday and the clothes I tried on. I quickly realised that the old telkom shop was now home to an etolls/etag service centre and that a million months ago, when I was last in the building, the old 8ta store was being revamped. It seemed wasteful to make my way directly to the new store so I popped into a few shops along the way.
Do you know of any fatkini or plus size swimwear (bathing!!!) brands closer to home? Let's be about not forcing fat women to rock that tight and skipa at the beach steeze tu. Let's do better. If you are a local (or African) plus size brand with good news, get in touch. I love good news.
If you're a fat woman in Africa and have thoughts on plus size women in swimwear, feel free to share them in the comments too. My thought all boil down to: fat women can do whatever they want.
A lot has been happening. So little has been happening. Both states have been overwhelming.
I'm now 23 years old. I am also now obsessed with DeJ Loaf. I'm still constantly thinking about writing and surviving. I do more daily toward my survival that I do toward my writing. I cannot believe I'm not 13 or 19 years old. I'm 23.
|nothing was the same, lol|
I removed hyphens from this blog's url as I've been meaning to do so from the moment I put them in. I wrote new words for the pages of this blog. I wrote 21 "blog goals for 2k15" and ticked off three within the first few days. The 21st goal is "blog only when inspired." I changed quite a few of my addresses such as tumblr and twitter please take note. In case you're looking to find me there.
I'm working on my shop with a seriousness and hopefulness I haven't applied in the past two - three years. You will be the first to know when everything is set up and ready to go live. When I'll ask for your support in terms of shares and retweets. "It's hard to do these things alone." Yesterday, when I wrote two paragraphs on what I'm trying to do with the shop, because someone had asked me, I realised I need to write down shop-related things more.
I wrote another list of unnumbered goals. For my life in the realm of 2k15. There are two writing related goals. But the general theme carries on from the only goal I set for existing in the realm of 2k14: be kinder to myself. Be soft. Be gentle. I'm currently more open to meeting and getting to know people that I've ever been in the past five years. I cut my hair the day after my 22nd birthday and again in February. Haven't combed in months (unless running my fingers though my sopping wet hair counts). After my 23rd birthday I strongly considered getting a mohawk but then I saw JCole in the Apparently video. I want to erotically massage JCole's hair. I've since postponed all hair decisions.
The last thing I'd like you to know today is that I've decided to start a Tinyletter. I don't know when I'll be ready to send it out or make the details public but it's happening. It's something I've decided to do for myself and when it's come together and I have things to share, you'll know the information. Days go when I receive over ten emails and all of them are just updates from websites to which I signed up and forgot the information. Days go when I don't write a single thing. I don't expect anyone to sign up but I'll do it anyway.
This is weaker than the "I'm back! New Year, Bad me" post I had imagined in my head but it's all right.
How are you doing?