This goes out to YOU....

Last night after I detangled my hair, I placed my spray bottle on the radiator. In a swift motion I knocked it over and heard it thud on the bathroom floor. I picked it up swiftly just to see if it was still working. I pulled the trigger and nothing came out. I turned the knob for pressure settings and nothing came out. I even opened the bottle switched the straw around, closed it again and tried it. That shit did not work (sigh).

Carly hiding from the camera

I don't think I ever knew how important a spray bottle was to my natural hair arsenal. For instance last night I when I  flexi-rodded Carly's hair. It was so hilarious because since I had no spray bottle I couldn't evenly distribute water through her hair to keep it moist. Instead I had to throw water on her head like how pastors use Holy water. Needless to say she was not impressed and boy did  she complain about being cold. I kept telling her, "I am trying my best with what I have." I think it was an easier way of saying, "Girl, I fucked your hair up. I'm sorry" LOL. Love ya Carly. You are always a trooper.:)

To add to my sadness about my spray bottle, this morning when I tried  to accomplish my hairstyle that I posted about, my hair was dry. I needed a little extra spritz to keep my hair all moisturized and what not. So I'm sad because it was gonna be a "killer-do" today but I digress.

Rest in pieces my spray bottle. I will miss the couple of months we spent together. You knew exactly how to help me style my hair and it is greatly appreciated.

In Loving Memory of Spray Bottle

Sunrise: Summer 2010                                   Sunset: January 30,2011