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So, naturally, Avy got more pics.
Smallerizing the belly... (you may note that my guitar pickguard features a picture of Xavier from his recent ultrasound. That's right--my boy is on my guitar. How many kids can say their dad does THAT for them?)
And the dreadlock money shot for the win...
Ok. That's all...
Anyway, this past weekend, my fiance gave me money to go buy some new dresses. This was a huge thing for me because I never buy "new" clothes. For the last six years I have bought my clothes exclusively from thrift shops and such, but he was right, I needed new clothes, and I needed a confidence boost. Also, I previously would have never bought sleeveless clothes because I am very self-conscious of my arms, but that's stupid to worry about and I am not going to put energy into it anymore.
I know you're all here for the photos anyway, so here we go.
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I love this community and I hope you're all happy and content today!! ♥
So i was in this nightclub at the weekend. as the night rolled on me and a friend decided to go out for a smoke as the music was just too hideous to bare anymore of. standing outside having a conversation i was interupted mid sentence by this fairly well lubricated young woman in a short black dress and so much fake tan she looked like a bottle of fanta.
her: here you, why do you have your hair like that
me: just 'cause
her: i mean do birds like that.
me: um. some do (trying desperatly to get back to my conversation)
her: im just sayin, maybe some birds like that but i wouldnt want to go out with a fella with hair like that
me: well its a good job im not trying to chat you up then isnt it.
her: what do you mean? whats wrong with me?
me: well your a bit rude arnt you. and your eyes are a bit crossed
her: wadaya mean? my eyes arnt crossed
me: sorry are you talking to me?
for the record her eyes werent crossed, but they soon became crossed when she tried to think about it. in the ensuing silence we left
I'm in the process of making a directory of places and people that do dreads in Melbourne, as I've had such a hard time trying to find places to do maintenance on my dreads. If you have any recommendations, reviews, or experiences please send me an email at the address listed on the website.
-This worm wine
pictures later tonite...for now...a little improvisation on my new shitty dulcimer...its so hard to tune because the fret board bows in the middle...bah...i should really start saving my money to get better instruments...but my cheapies will do for now!
I love dreads - how they look, the concepts behind them, everything - and usually am very very convinced that I want to dread my own hair but... I simply cannot imagine not having head rubs. Silly as it sounds.
My hair is about an inch long, max, and has been for a few years now. Every time I get fed up and go to shave it off again I hesitate before I do with the knowledge that dreadlocks are the only reason I would grow my hair out again (it used to be to my mid-back) and that potentially means nobody playing with my hair/head!
Has anyone found this the case? is your head still touchable with dreads? does anyone miss this aspect of undreaded hair?
Another reason I love not having hair is the immediacy of sensation I get from having nothing surrounding my head. Though I think I might get the same sort of primal feeling from dreadlocks.
thanks for any thoughts
Less than a week of not brushing it or conditioning it(just light shampoo and lots of water and not even running my fingers through it), and it's already sectioning itself out and locking itself up in some places. What the hell. It's like it has a mind of it's own. So I'm just gonna let it do it's thing and make sure it doesn't beaver-tail up. No pictures because I'm at a relatives, but wow. My hair is a bitch. :(
Who else used the negelect method? How long did it take before your hair started sectioning itself? Before it started locking up? (Yes, I read the memories, I was just wondering. :3)