Showing the length.
When I said poorly backcombed, I meant poorly backcombed. 3 weeks.
1 month and half.
3 months. I didn't learn how to use a camera until recently, so blurry photos are what you get.
Starting to look and feel a little solid.
4 months. Lost a decent amount of length, and they decided to be bottom heavy on account of my sun damaged hair.
6 months. And I grew rabbit ears.
Interesting crinkled look, and a lot of loose hairs (which are still to this day, lurking).
6 months and a half.
7 months. My friend went as Dorothy, and I as the Lion, but I am in no way cowardly. I was rather proud of how well I did my makeup. I flipped my dreads up on my head and held in place with just clips, making it look pretty stupid in the back and pretty darn cool in the front.
Of course I did.
9 months, and I like experimenting with things so I bought some human hair extensions, backcombed a bit and crocheted them into most of my dreads.
10 months. Now I'm from Pittsburgh, but I own no Steeler gear so we (Dacey) decided to wear the next best thing. Speaking of, the game is on right now but this seems more important. Go Steelers.
11 months. Took a trip to Florence and Rome.
The small Italian school children in Florence would point at my hair and smile. I only saw a few dreadheads while I was there.
Year and two months.
Year and two still. Ah clocks on cameras... showing how early I leave from parties.
Breaking it down. I wear that dress a lot.
Year and 3 months.
Me and Dacey, dancing.
And the perfect exiting photo. Year and 5 months, at Kennywood. I ended up sewing up the ends to round them off.
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