Grow locs

So, in two days it will have been a year since I first stared my locs. I started them to represent the new phase in my life. I wanted to represent my new career that was stable but still needed to be cultivated, just like my life in general. I have since gained a new boyfriend, lost a few friends and am about to start my second school year, but through it all, I can honestly say that I wouldn’t change a thing. ESPECIALLY not my locs! In celebration of this occasion, I finally pierced my cartilage. It looks great, even though it does hurt.

Damn, I want some locs so bad.
Been wantin’ them.
I just don’t feel like spending the money to get them.
It’s expensive mannn.

Can’t someone do ‘em for free?
I gotta look around the LA area and see what I can do because I want some locs BAD!

Saw this lady at the French Market in New Orleans who had beautiful locs. Gorgeous and loooong!! I told her they were beautiful. She thanked me and asked to see mine. (I had on the Rasta hat….usually dread heads wear ‘em.) I told her that my hair looked a mess. She slapped my hand away from my tugging on my hat and preceded to peek at my fro of a mess. “Beautiful hair….a little dry. I’m assuming because you just dyed it Black. You need olive oil. And loc it up.” “But, but….” I began. “Loc it up,” and she walked away. Swinging her long ass locs. Not her straighty long blonde blonde hair. Not her clipped-on weave ponytail. Her locs.

She inspired me.

If I had money to get the braids in my hair one more time, I may have waited forever before I decided to take the plunge and loc my hair. A friend twisted it for me in February of 2005 and I have twisted it myself ever since. I enjoy the new relationship I have built with my hair and look forward to the long flowing crown I will one day enjoy.

I had to let mine go two years ago but they were really nice the 4 years I had them.