Raccoon Boy (strfvr) wrote in get_up_dread_up,
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Dreads as a Scrapbook

I've always seen my dreads as a timeline of myself. This is only verified by how I've come to use them as a scrapbook. Important people and times in my life make their way into my dreads in some way or another.
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When I started my dreads, shortly after I turned 18, it was my way of starting my life after high school. My hair had constantly begun to dread, anytime that I didn't brush for 24 hours it would start to knot up. This was a natural progression, in my opinion, once I decided not to cut my hair anymore. Someone brought up once that I may one day have to cut my hair to get a job, to which I replied, "Then I don't want that job." I've had jobs constantly since I stopped cutting my hair and since I started my dreads, none of which have cared.
But, back to dreads as a scrapbook. I want to share my scrapbook with all of you, seeing as you all are some of the few who would probably care.

I want to start with the dreads I've added from others or dreads I've made from other people's hair.
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This was my first added lock. It is from one of my best friends from high school (Zack) who had a dreadhawk. One night, we each cut off a lock and exchanged them. When he shaved his head earlier this year, he gave me some of his beads and they joined the lock. His dread starts after the bleached part mid-dread (the end of my stubby dread was bleached before his was added).
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When I cut off my dread to give to Zack, there was a nub. I took the nub and wrapped it around the root of the dread next to it. My friend Tanner later cut his hair, wove it into rope with dogsbane before wrapping and tying it around the dread. As it grew out, the added nub made the roots grow out much thicker, so when Zack shaved off his dreadhawk, I added another one of his dreads onto the nub where I cut mine off to give to him. Zack's is the left fork and Tanner's dogsbane hair rope is tied on the right fork.
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(L) My younger brother (who is currently 12) is someone who I always worry about and he influences decisions I make whenever he is around. I'm constantly worried about being a good role model for him or that he isn't being raised well by my parents (I figure by the 3rd kid they might be getting lazy). He is one thing that is probably keeping me from straying more than a few hours from my hometown, as I'm afraid who he'll grow up to be if I'm not around.
One day, he cut off a large pile of hair and later came up to me with it in a bag and told me he wanted me to make dreads from them and add them into my hair. I ended up with two long ones which are darker than my hair and hang very low.
(R) A girl I met this summer had one dread at the nape of her neck under all her other hair. We had a love affair (which is now restricted by distance) at the end of which she cut off her dread for it to be added to mine. If you've ever read the tale "The Rape of the Lock," it is about a man who takes a lock of a woman's hair without her permission and it is offensive because in Victorian times, after a couple made love, they would exchange locks of their hair (or so I'm told). Well, I've taken up this tradition and I make a point of having dreads from every person I've slept with.
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Speaking of which, this dread is one I made from the bangs of the girl I lost my virginity to in high school.
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(L) This dread is from [info]xseaxgypsyx, one of my first friends I made my first year in college. She's the one who introduced me to the community in the first place!
(R) One of my roommates last year shaved his head into the mohawk and I made this dread from the fallen hair. He later got his first girlfriend and promptly stopped speaking to me and began hating me. I keep it as a reminder of a lesson learned.

Onto the decorations!

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This was a bead given to me as a gift on my 19th birthday. I think it's pretty.
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(L) This is a spring I found on the ground at an abandoned beach town in Connecticutt. It's a memoir of adventuring in the ruins.
(R) This is the cross-section of a ski pole from a ski shop I worked in all of high school and seasonally sometimes still. It's been a part of my life, so in the dreads it goes!
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(L) This is my college dread. The brass ring on the bottom I found in the basement of the dorms I lived in freshman year, my first home away from home. The nut above it I found 3 stories underground while exploring tunnels beneath the campus sophmore year. The yellow spring I found on the ground in between some academic buildings earlier this (junior) year.
(R) This is my only dread that has been named. It's name is Crumbcake. My roommate's drummer named it at one of their shows early in my dread's life. The bead is a wooden ring I found on the sidewalk in Boston when helping my friend Friday move in to his first apartment.
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(L) This is a forked dread at the front of my head. One of the forks has balloon ribbon on it from a trip to see Friday in Boston. I walked around with a balloon holding my dread in the air for a day.
(R) This is a nut I found at an abandoned boys prep school in Maryland. More adventuring memoirs. Photobucket
These are the bones which I asked about cleaning awhile ago on the community. Thank you all for your input! They are clean and making me very happy. I found the bones on the railroad tracks in my hometown which I wandered alot in high school. They're sentimental.

That's my head as a scrapbook.

In other news, I finished my mural in the food co-op I volunteer at.
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It's Predator fighting Batman.
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And [info]bellyflowers found a rat in need of a good home, so now I am providing one.
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I named her Thora Happenstance.
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Thanks for listening.
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