I've always been in love with dreads. I've never had the balls or the knowledge to actually do anything to give myself the only hair style I really do love. Now, after I fall into this community & learn & learn & learn & have the courage to say, "I want dreads, fuck what everyone has to say, I'm getting 'em," I'm working for a massive corporation who don't allow such things. That's fine, I'm going to find a way to have my cake & eat it to.
& I most certainly have. I figure that as long as it isn't a head full of dreads I'm okay. So today I went ahead & put two very lovely dreads in my hair. I'm so surprised at how much better I feel about myself from only knotting up my hair in two places, but that is in fact the truth. I was only going to do one, but then I was a little freaked out by the odd number so I threw a second one in to ease my anxiety. Now my sister & girlfriend have both said that they'll keep popping up in my hair until that's all I've got left. Sadly, that won't be the case. I love my job, so I'm going to keep it despite the strict codes they have, but I will also get my lovely dreads.
The beginning.[Ah, I love the red goldstone.]
& of course pet pictures. This is Roxy.
Hale is the Calico, Wizard is the half-photographed gray Tabby. I have another cat, a torti, named Reese. & another dog named Bella.
Techno the turtle & dread #2. Eventually, I will name both of them.