tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68865872923209035672011-10-20T12:28:56.741-07:00Stories of my life and my locks.heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649417672044587881noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886587292320903567.post-19906909948745152112009-03-07T20:23:00.001-08:002009-03-07T20:25:20.435-08:00there's a lot of hair that has come out of the locks. i wonder if that's normal. i'm trying to find one of the needles he used to do my hair. tomorrow nicole's coming over to help myh fix it up. we'll see how that goes. this is gonna be a lot of work...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886587292320903567-1990690994874515211?l=oflifeandlocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649417672044587881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886587292320903567.post-74677584829015622302009-03-03T05:38:00.000-08:002009-03-03T05:40:33.781-08:00it has officially been a week since i've washed my hair. my head itches.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886587292320903567-7467758482901562230?l=oflifeandlocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649417672044587881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886587292320903567.post-39786596967102708252009-03-02T17:19:00.000-08:002009-03-02T17:37:57.399-08:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3_erlnJ4H8/SayIg2rpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yhVBjmr9Eds/s1600-h/heathers+locks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308768158778770722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3_erlnJ4H8/SayIg2rpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yhVBjmr9Eds/s320/heathers+locks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">about a week ago i started dreadlocks in my hair. somebody asked me why i got them and i realized there was a story behind it. i can only imagine the stories that will follow as both i and my locks continue to grow. and so i have decided to document that here. for your reading and viewing pleasure. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">so why did i get them? well i've always admired dreads for their beauty. as i began to learn more about them i grew attracted to the level of comittment that is required for those who choose to lock their hair. and everybody i know seems to have such wonderful stories to tell about their lives that seemed to coincide with various phases of their locks. so i guess i've been a fan for a long time.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">but why now? why was this the time to do it? i had been thinking about doing it for a while, but there was one major thing holding me back. the guy i was in a relationship with (and who i felt i would be with for the rest of my life) didn't want me to. though he had had locks at one point himself he felt that they wouldn't be 'cute.' for some reason i listened. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">recently he and i had a conversation about our past relationship. and he said that he wondered if, when we were together, that we were really being true to ourselves. to be honest, it sort of hurt to think of it like that. but he's right. and i think i kind of knew that all along. when we first ended our three year long relationship i thought that my life was slowly coming to an end. funny thing is that in reality, my life was just beginning. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">i still talk to him and in fact count him as one of my best friends. at times i miss being with him, who wouldn't miss a relationship that was filled with so much love and adventure? but he was right. we were not being true to ourselves. it's time to start. now i am free to be. and so is my hair.</span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308768880202373314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3_erlnJ4H8/SayJK2McWMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/roP1E7xSe-4/s200/my+hair+day+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;">this is what my hair looked like on day 1. i'll be documenting its growth in photos as well as words in my blog.<br /></span><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886587292320903567-3978659696710270825?l=oflifeandlocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649417672044587881noreply@blogger.com1