Feb 2nd 2008, after two weeks of backcombing and sectioning all on my own, I finally finished my whole head. I spent weeks treating them like they were newborn infants in ICU. I then took a deep breath and just let them go.. I allowed them to do what they wanted and I tried to not mess with them as much as possible. I knew I would get to the year mark, I just never knew how fast I would reach it. Its almost like I blinked and the babies were turning one.
The dreads have been through hell and back with me. They have been there to see the best time in my life and the worst. I haven't had the urge to cut them off yet and I don't know if or when I ever will. I just know that I want to wake up on day and have them fall past my shoulders, I want to wrap them up in beautiful fabric, I want to add wool to them along with little treasures and most of all, I want people to start to notice that you can be and are beautiful with knotted hair and flyaways because it is after all just hair..
The dreads are one year and two days old today. ( Collapse )