SO. The little Jaimeelings are roughly around 4 months and a week or two. I think that I got them the last weekend of July, or like, the last two days in july, something like that. I've decided to say screw it, I'm going to go by August first. Really, a few days doesn't make that much of a difference.
I would like to say that dreads on mush are pretty much the awesomest things to play with, touch, feel, and think about. Not just to think about how they're made, and what they stand for, but also, how FRIGGIN AWESOME it is that ME, of all people, ME, has them. Seriously guys, I'm going up north for Christmas (try a 35 hour drive from the us/canada border at montana) and no one is going to believe that the hyper girl who liked to crash ski-doo's got dreads.
I'm going to start you off with a picture I took on the way to my house in Yellowknife. I lived out of town on an Island, and I had to drive a boat through one lake, a creek, and then another lake to get to it. This is in the North, mind you.
So. I wash them every single day. I use that T-gel stuff, or I have been for the past month, and I've noticed significant shrinkage. I also use some Lush Ice Blue stuff that has sea salt in it, Reincarnate, which has henna in it,, and Dawn Soap, and some tea-tree knotty boy stuff too (it smells pretty. stop the hate!) but mostly it just depends on my mood and what I want to smell. I use the crotchet thinger once in a while but whatever I crotchet in just comes right out. So, I basically ignore them. Other then the felting in of random colors and the mass amounts of beads (I just bought a buttload from a fellow gudu patron offa etsy) I put into them, I eat, sleep, and be merry and let my head do it's thang.
Have I mentioned I love my hair?