My niece Deja (now 15) looked at her roots and said “Kitti, do you remember how to perm hair?” Now, of course I remember. I did my own perms for years. So, after a brief talk about the perm, we proceeded to do the thing.
This is the kicker though.
I’m standing there, gloves covered in white, slimy sodium choloride stuff, a comb in one hand, and I actually thought “I really miss this.” Let that statement sink in. I, the Empress Regnant, missed getting perm. I KNOW, RIGHT!!!! *laughs at self* Now, anyone who knows me knows that while I’m far from a “Natural Nazi,” I do advocate for it. And I don’t know if it was the fumes from the perm, or the thought of being able to do what I want with my hair again, but I really stood there and considered going back to the perm when I came back to PB. Maybe what the girl in “Good Hair” called it was true. “Creamy Crack” is powerful. Something potent in every way. Whether it’s the versatility that I thought I had, or straightness, or just the overall process, something is in that powerful little jar of cream.
I was snapped out of my potential relapse when I heard Deja utter the faithful words “Let’s take it off now before it burns, Kitti.” Yea. That feeling is one feeling I don’t miss. I wondered if addicts in recovery ever think about the burns they got while free basing. I thought of the burns I have gotten from the perms as I wash the crack down the drain.
“Am I addicted to you, creamy crack?” I wondered as I washed the remaining white globs out the combs.
That night in the shower I ran my fingers through my curl explosion and smiled. Nah, I said. Not addicted at all.
But a chi iron purchase is on the agenda.