Dresses & Yarn

30. Low femme fat lady of color. Living in a small town between a lake, mountains, and the Canadian border. Midwestern girl at heart. Always keeping busy.

#hair

demonalefright:

Makeup and Hair by me (including color) 
Model: Lafayette Bless
www.FlashNiper.com

I was looking at my bleached orange summer hair and thinking how good it looked for a bit. Between that and this fine person (and their excellent undereye winged liner), I may just do that color again.

demonalefright:

Makeup and Hair by me (including color) 

Model: Lafayette Bless

www.FlashNiper.com

I was looking at my bleached orange summer hair and thinking how good it looked for a bit. Between that and this fine person (and their excellent undereye winged liner), I may just do that color again.

astrosnik:

untitled by sammydoe on Flickr.
fuck me, waaaaaay outta my price range. Gonna go look at photos of Venom (since I have him wrapped now) and try to feel un-selfish.

I want this doll’s hair on my head so badly.

astrosnik:

untitled by sammydoe on Flickr.

fuck me, waaaaaay outta my price range. Gonna go look at photos of Venom (since I have him wrapped now) and try to feel un-selfish.

I want this doll’s hair on my head so badly.

thestoutorialist:

so-treu:

fuckyeahfamousblackgirls:

crystalsmyles:

what makes one of these hairstyles ghetto?

i love this post. ghetto seems to always come out of people’s mouths to refer to something/someone african/african american. when you even THINK of the term ghetto you think black people. Just keep the word out of your mouth period. Just stop using it

*crickets*

I love this. This was the point I was making the other day, with blacks experimenting with different hair colors. Love this post.

not only “ghetto,” but what gets termed “creative,” “daring,” “experimental,” “ground-breaking,” “artistic,” etc. what is recognized as cognizant, informed and self-directed artistic product and what is written off as base instinct, incorrect, and reactionary. what/who has intelligence and what/who doesn’t. what/who is legitimate and what/who is not.

There are also several class based things here. Assumptions about who has money, and who doesn’t. Is having unusual hair a sign you can’t get/don’t have a “good job”? Does it mean you’re in college and/or living off your parents? I’m also thinking about what kinds of chemical things are done to get those hair colors. Is it extension hair? What does it take to do funky colors on top of chemically straightened hair? etc.
fouronesix:

blackgirlphresh:

strong hair by c’babi bayoc.  acrylic on canvas. i am always blown by his work.
c’babi’s website is here and he tweets… bayoc and his wife reine own a organic, and very vegan friendly bakeshop and art cafe in st. louis called sweet art. more info about that project here. they are a beautiful pair.

 strong hair. wow this is beautiful.

This is art is beautiful AND he owns a bake shop? Sister, we are stopping here when I kidnap you.

fouronesix:

blackgirlphresh:

strong hair by c’babi bayoc.  acrylic on canvas. i am always blown by his work.

c’babi’s website is here and he tweets… bayoc and his wife reine own a organic, and very vegan friendly bakeshop and art cafe in st. louis called sweet art. more info about that project here. they are a beautiful pair.

 strong hair. wow this is beautiful.

This is art is beautiful AND he owns a bake shop? Sister, we are stopping here when I kidnap you.

I had this idea that maybe I should cut off my hair or do something crazy to the color but that man has shown me the light. I need to condition the shit out of it and let it grow wild and long until I resemble some sort of maned wolf.

I had this idea that maybe I should cut off my hair or do something crazy to the color but that man has shown me the light. I need to condition the shit out of it and let it grow wild and long until I resemble some sort of maned wolf.

I can’t seem to find some of the pictures (I have to do some internet digging), but here is one that captures everything.
On my 22nd birthday, my sister shaved off all but my bangs for me. I decided to do it for a couple reasons.
1) It was my last semester of college and I figured I should do it while I was still at a place where I wouldn’t have to answer questions about why or get stares. There were three other bald girls on campus, so one more wasn’t weird. I’d also wanted to shave off my hair for a big portion of my life just to see what it was like.
2) I was frustrated with my hair, which, was dumb because I was rocking the best haircut of my life prior to shaving it off.
3) My hair was fried from constant bleaching and dying.
3) I was mad and I chose to do something that was only mildly self-destructive. I’d spent the entirety of 2006 fighting with my insurance company to get them to cover breast reduction surgery. Two weeks before the end of the year they decided to cover it - and told me that I would no longer be covered in 2007. I’d spent most of my time and money doing everything they required me to do and I felt like this was a slap in the face. I was depressed and in pain and angry, so I cut it all off.
Whenever my hair gets tangled or a bunch of split ends I fantasize about cutting my hair off again. It’s addictive, but I think I’m trying to leave it long and it’s natural color for as long as possible.

I can’t seem to find some of the pictures (I have to do some internet digging), but here is one that captures everything.

On my 22nd birthday, my sister shaved off all but my bangs for me. I decided to do it for a couple reasons.

1) It was my last semester of college and I figured I should do it while I was still at a place where I wouldn’t have to answer questions about why or get stares. There were three other bald girls on campus, so one more wasn’t weird. I’d also wanted to shave off my hair for a big portion of my life just to see what it was like.

2) I was frustrated with my hair, which, was dumb because I was rocking the best haircut of my life prior to shaving it off.

3) My hair was fried from constant bleaching and dying.

3) I was mad and I chose to do something that was only mildly self-destructive. I’d spent the entirety of 2006 fighting with my insurance company to get them to cover breast reduction surgery. Two weeks before the end of the year they decided to cover it - and told me that I would no longer be covered in 2007. I’d spent most of my time and money doing everything they required me to do and I felt like this was a slap in the face. I was depressed and in pain and angry, so I cut it all off.

Whenever my hair gets tangled or a bunch of split ends I fantasize about cutting my hair off again. It’s addictive, but I think I’m trying to leave it long and it’s natural color for as long as possible.