Review: Brazilian Remy Virgin (k-s) Product

By Author: Okeoma Okogbue
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My Brazilian Remy product story begins just as I was ending an old relationship; and at the beginning of a new (relationship). Many women friends, I know, have made it a habit to cut their hair—not exceedingly short (mind you), but, (you know); shorter. I do not know if this serves as a traditional attempt to “get that man out of my) hair” or not. I am reminded by an older friend, as I write this, there was an advertising jingle (once), which implied as much.

Okay. . . . .I am not the collective reasoning of my friends (mentioned) when it comes to what I generally do with my locks; at the termination of a relationship. No: contrary to what I have just said; I opted to lengthen my hair. Suffice it (just) to say—perhaps I have watched too many exotic soap operas: however, it seems these women in these films, when starting anew, have engaging long locks. There must be something to it: since a vast majority of women are walking around with longer manes.
I started perusing the Internet right after my long-term relationship with a (New York) stockbroker ended. (Just ...
... as well (it did): Because right after the break-up; he was married within a few months!) I, still, was not “held hostage,” so to speak; or “holed up” inside my apartment as a result of the “split.” I had noticed some interesting persons/faces when visiting galleries and other (stylish) venues in SoHo the weekend after my breakup: I was bound and determined to take my hair to new lengths.

I like the idea of a one-on-one relationship with a significant other: philosophically. I always like to think there is a ring attached: other than the ring in my companion's ear lobe—and even if marriage is out of the question, it is important to me that there is always someone available to talk to about art—me being a Libra, and all. (Hopefully, the other person is a Libra too, as this sort of person generally has plenty of interest in discussing matters of the Art world.) The (preceding)idea, with regard to this sort of companionship is the mechanism which drove me to do something about my hair.

I found the humanhairwefts.com site and sat reasonably spell-bound for a second: “Was I reading it right?” I could not find my regular reading spectacles within the immediate vicinity (right away); and opened my desk; shoving (these) giant eye-glasses I had left over from the eighties when I was just in my formative ( early teen) years.

Yes: the price was only $120 for quality Brazilian Remy human-hair! I (also) noticed the promotion: “Buy One Pack, Get One Pack Free!” My immediate thought was: “SOLD!” with at least one-hundred exclamation points attached to the tail-end of the price!

This was real; human Brazilian Remy hair: not like some “knock-off” designer purses; or clothes some “joker” might be selling out of the back-end of his or her old; vintage auto (on the West Coast). (I am trying to be diplomatic about the car, here.)

No: Everything on the site is readily spelled-out: there was “no doubt” in my mind's eye, I was receiving the real deal. I pulled out my Visa and placed the order. I chose a custom color which the post on the site stated: would take up to four weeks for delivery—however, my Remy hair was delivered well before four weeks.

Everything, too, was to my satisfaction: The hair is full/dense; highly manageable, and lustrous. It does not present as “fly-away,” or sheds over your clothing; once you have it woven into your (other) hair. (I am, once again, completely satisfied with the Remy hair product I purchased.)

My new beau, which I met at a SoHo, New York party, recently, likes my hair immensely. He has never seen me without my hair weave as far as I know.

He looks down on me fondly whenever I am “fetching” an item out of the myriad of kitchen accessories I house in my galley-style kitchen (cupboards)--we are both amateur gourmet cooks. I do not believe his attraction would be so great if I did not have my wonderful, flowing Remy human-hair locks; gracing my shoulders. Thanks Humanhairwefts.com: I look forward to all the new gourmet dishes I and my new companion wish to try; along with (delightful) California wines (which I had shipped from the West Coast). My new beau (though) refers to me as “his dish” and this is reason enough to install Remy hair—I would have never received such high-praise had I not used the Remy extensions.