Ok, I don't really know what that means. And I'm a little distracted. I'm scanning jobs websites because I will go totally insane if I don't get one. And listening to Black Magic Women by Santana, because for some reason that fits my attitude. I can't figure out if she is a magic woman who happens to be black, or a woman who has black magic... I've always guessed the latter, but I still think she'd look like Tia Dalma from Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3.
Speaking of which, once my dreads get longer, if I ever feel the need for any sort of costume, I can be Captain Jack Sparrow!
Granted, I was like seventeen or eighteen in that photo. And had real hair. But Captain Jack is awesome!
Hang on, hitting replay on Black Magic Woman.
You know, Tia Dalma has some pretty cool dreads too.
[image from: http://pirates.wikia.com/wiki/Tia_Dalma]
I liked her. She was all like, "No! It was a woman as harsh and unchangeable as the sea!" in an awesome Jamaican accent.
Yeah she's a black magic woman and she's trying to make the devil out of me! I figure she covers both of my speculations.
But anyway, at the beginning of November, my dreadlocks turned seven months. I've said previously that I can't see any change in them. But that's the benefit of photos. I'll scroll back through the photos section of Google that automatically uploads all the pictures I take with my phone and I'll see all the pictures I took, not just posted. For the most part, my dreads are a lot longer than they used to be. Like they still seem short to me, but they were quite a bit shorter. And I like to think they're more solid. Still a few soft spots, but they seem to be growing out knotted if I keep clockwise rubbing, so eventually all the soft stuff I have going on now will just be the ends of some epic long dreads...
I'll worry over them occasionally, but it seems like they've changed a lot since the beginning, and I am only a little over halfway to a year. A year is supposed to be when you can really call them dreads and actually know what it's like to have dreads... if you didn't do them the neglect way anyway.
So, pictures. But first, a story. You know that little unknotted bit of hair? It was kind of bugging me because it was longer than all my dreads and would get caught in things and I'd think I had some loose hair I needed to tuck back into a dread, but no it was just this little bit... I liked it cause it was weird, though. So you know I was thinking about putting seed beads on it. I have more details about the adventures in obtaining said beads on my other blog The Voice of Linsey. Yesterday I finally got a call back from The Salon and with the help of an imaginative hair tech and wire pilfered from their Christmas ornaments, we convince that little bit of hair into two strands of beads.
Beads!
Normal front.
And back. I took that picture because I actually have no idea what the back of my hair looks like.
But anyway, don't I look like a gypsy? Or a hippie? Or just plain crazy? I think they're cool.
I thought about it the other day, and really I am not the type of person who gets dreads. But I'm also getting more comfortable with being someone who doesn't really fit in anywhere. When I was younger I always wanted to fit in, and then when I was older and not very confident, I figured out I didn't fit in and wished I knew where to go... but now I realize that I don't fit in anywhere... and I'm kind of okay with that. I still have family and friends and my interests. I'll just keep going about confusing people.
