Can you believe it has been FIVE MONTHS since I ratted up my freak and let it do .... whatever?
If you've known me long, you know I change my hair every five minutes. For the first time in my life, I have found my hair love. Like LOVE. Passion. Why on earth did I not do this sooner?
Once I was old enough to get my hands into my own hairy mess, I have never - not once - kept a style this long. Which is another reason it's perfect for me. It can change daily, just on its own. It doesn't even bother to ask. Very rebellious hair, I say.
I have researched dreads for years, so I knew long ago I would be going natural. It was a perfect fit for my no-pooing self. No waxing for this dread head. Instead, five months of watching it twist and twirl and frizz like a crazy person. My hair finally matches my psychological make-up. heh.
Have I mentioned that I LOVE IT?
I did get my first, "Mom, LOOOK!" at the store the other day in our small town. I am free entertainment for the locals. Maybe it's time to start charging admission.