it was looking really awesome and dready and i was really happy with it. this is what it looked like after a summer of non-brushing and dr. bronner's washing plus a week of beachgoing:
taken in the bathroom of a fancy hotel my parents brought me to in san francisco.
this is one of the last pictures taken before the day i cut out a whole summer's worth of work. it is a closeup of my hair in this picture:
taken to show my (then new) tattoo, which is partially cut off in that picture but it does the job mostly.
anyway, last night i had this crazy dream that my hair was all sorts of awesome colors and i was trying to tease it up (which i wouldn't usually do), and all of a sudden the backcombing made it turn into the most perfect dreads ever and i woke up depressed. i'm going to wait until my hair gets longer, and do this for real.