I'm white. I live in the suburbs. I'm a homeschooling mom. I want dreadlocks. I am not a Rastafarian. I am not a pot head. I am not the creative artsy type but I still want dreadlocks. You wanna make something of it?
Seriously, though, they represent a free & easy lifestyle; a simplicity that I long for. I've appreciated dreads for ages and 5 years ago I started researching the process, dreaming about having them myself. I was pregnant at the time and the dream easily came & went as I focused on other more imminent needs but it has lingered in the back of my mind. Now may be the time.
I'm not a stranger to new hairstyles & my long straight locks have often been chopped to ultra short proportions & been colored random shades of brown, red & white. (I'm not much of a blonde fan but I enjoyed the bleached look for a short stint). Recently I've had the urge to buzz the hair again but then the thought occurred to me, now's my chance to dread this mess! I can try it out for a few months, see how it goes & get rid of it all if it doesn't suit me, right?
Not everyone appreciates the look of dreadlocks like I do, I'm well aware, but age brings this beautiful attitude of not caring. Thankfully my friends & family & church community & people in my neighborhood know me well enough to understand. I'm pretty sure most of them think I'm "out there" most of the time anyway. Ha! Homebirth? Homeschool? Cloth what?
So in the weeks & months to come, if you run into me with a bandana on my head & dreads hanging wild & free, I meant to do it. It wasn't a result of not washing my hair but rather a conscious choice to change things up.
Should be an interesting adventure.