Or in this case the thermometer, you gotta make some adjustments. This past week it has been mild as all get out. Not scrap the winter coat entirely but don't have to wear it bundled up like you will die otherwise. So this morning I was fully prepared to just toss the coat in the back seat and roll out. Except I stepped outside and was like eff is this. It was 35 and dropped as I drove. It started fake snowing, thankfully not trying to have any real snow, and the wind was a hot mess. Thankfully I made it to the shop on time and my hair feels and looks good to me. I'll share some photos in a minute. The back of my hair is the part that comes loose the most was a target of attention and we added a new friend dead center because it wasn't staying in the surrounding locs as I've mentioned before. This one is a two strand twist because that hair has a different curl pattern and it will blend in with the surrounding hair. We'll see how long it takes to loc on up. I may have to TLC it a bit for the next few months. I think that puts me at 123 locs right now but regardless I'm kinda loving my hair as we slide into the two year point. I thought the two year target was six months from now but it's apparently about five. Time has flown by and my hair is healthy and growing. Today's visit also included trimming the loose tangles off the ends because they were starting to tangle up on each other which was kind of annoying. It's the only trim I've had in the last 19 months but I don't know that I needed one before now. Needed to let my hair seal up on its own and for most of the locs it did just that. There were a few like eff that noise locs towards the front and a few in the back that got a little snip. She evened them out a bit so a little length is gone in some areas but it feels full and that's important.
So what have I learned in this process? Probably some things I've said already like if I leave my hair alone it will grow and if I do even the basics it will grow and be healthy. That my gray hair has its own agenda and is now recruiting my eyebrows to join in on the early pigment betrayal. I plucked one from each eyebrow months ago and now they are back with friends. That I could DIY if I had patience but I do not. I appreciate my monthly appointments for my hair and my massage. Both keep me sane and the money spent between them is worth it. That I enjoy being in my own skin and it's not that my locs have made me more vocal but going through becoming loc'd in the world I inhabit has made me more assured of who and what I am. It's helped me make other decisions like the eye surgery and now Invisalign, resuming tennis, taking drum lessons, and switching PCPs to one that I need to vibe with so I can take care of me. In short, taking a major step to look at my life differently is rippling through every part of it. I'm happy with my hair and my world and all that is coming--oh except my stinking license tag renewal. That was ridiculous.
Here are photos
