Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes
03/02/2005
I have been wearing the same style with different color combinations for the past seven years and believe I’m over do for a new do. Again not earth shattering to the world at large – but unlike a color change to my glorious locks, I cannot undo this little flight of fancy by setting an appointment with Ms. Clairol.
Every few years I go though this. Once I even cut off all of my hair. Those were the easiest styling months of my life yet it brought along other – ummm —needs – like, wearing makeup (YUK) and making sure I was constantly adorned in the correct gender establishing jewels and clothing. Baldness was such a bitch to up keep.
For a couple of months, I wore my hair in twist. Again, too much attention had to be paid to the style so that it would not dred. Back then, I thought dreads were ugly and wayyy too primitive. This time, I’m thinking of letting it dred.
Possibly my hair is an outward sign of inward growth?
Growing up, I cannot even remember the number of styles my hair was forced to contort into. Styles were selected by what was in, who liked it, who didn’t like it, where I was living…now I could give a crap! I could really care if people like what my hair looks like.
The only real issue that I may have would be with some white people who during all the years I wore BRAIDS could not tell the difference between BRAIDS and DREDS. I’m sure the same idiots will make comments on my braids once I let my hair dred. Guess there is no real hope for stupid.
Since there are no stones around, this thought may pass before the last box is moved.
Peace,
zss
© 2005 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
Maybe it has something to do with my recent location move, but I’m having thoughts of changing a couple of things in my little world. Not that any of the thoughts have epic or Divine significance, they just carry a lot of weight in my life. So, number one, after moving the last of the boxed goods into their new homes, I have decided to cut my hair.
I have been wearing the same style with different color combinations for the past seven years and believe I’m over do for a new do. Again not earth shattering to the world at large – but unlike a color change to my glorious locks, I cannot undo this little flight of fancy by setting an appointment with Ms. Clairol.
Every few years I go though this. Once I even cut off all of my hair. Those were the easiest styling months of my life yet it brought along other – ummm —needs – like, wearing makeup (YUK) and making sure I was constantly adorned in the correct gender establishing jewels and clothing. Baldness was such a bitch to up keep.
For a couple of months, I wore my hair in twist. Again, too much attention had to be paid to the style so that it would not dred. Back then, I thought dreads were ugly and wayyy too primitive. This time, I’m thinking of letting it dred.
Possibly my hair is an outward sign of inward growth?
Growing up, I cannot even remember the number of styles my hair was forced to contort into. Styles were selected by what was in, who liked it, who didn’t like it, where I was living…now I could give a crap! I could really care if people like what my hair looks like.
The only real issue that I may have would be with some white people who during all the years I wore BRAIDS could not tell the difference between BRAIDS and DREDS. I’m sure the same idiots will make comments on my braids once I let my hair dred. Guess there is no real hope for stupid.
Since there are no stones around, this thought may pass before the last box is moved.
Peace,
zss
© 2005 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
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