I can't count the number of times I've been sound asleep, woke up, and I was doing my hair.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My hair is capable of doing a lot of different things.
When I'm not working, I spend a lot of time on my hair. When it's time for my hair to get some rest, I either wear it in a ponytail, bun or my favorite 'milkmaid' braid.
I've had some real hair disasters.
I don't sleep all that much, but when I do, it's sound.
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Hair excited me. As the old ways - backcombing, rollers and rigidity - went out of the window, I started to feel the possibilities in front of my eyes.
I slipped at a bus stop; I went one way and my hair went the other. That was the end of my wig.
I actually love my natural hair when it's in a twist out and it's been slept on for five days and revived by the steam of the shower.
Someone once asked me, 'How long does it take to do your hair.' I said, 'I don't know, I'm never there.'
My hair walks into a room before I do.