Wednesday, November 09, 2011
My dreadies are two years old this week.
I continue to love them more every day, which is a little weird because I don't think about them every day.
I love that they are just there and look basically the same all the time. I love how when I'm feeling like spending time on them, I can just move around beads or peyote stitches, make something new, whatevs. I love that "washing" is now just a good rinse followed by a cocktail of lavender, peppermint and tea tree essential oils in some water. I love how I undreaded the ends this past winter to color them, and now I get to watch the tips as they slowly work and wind their way up into each loc. I love how crazy and gnarly they are. I love how I have frizzy fly-aways sticking up and out all over the place.
For some people, dreads are a very high maintenance hairstyle as they prefer to have them more uniform and tame. They find great pleasure in the process. For me, the opposite brings me joy. The whole point is simplicity. The intent is to embrace what my hair wants to do naturally. To leave it be and hang on for the ride.
Art in the strands.
Creativity in the natural process.
Beauty in the unruly.