Wednesday, February 20, 2013

My never ending cycle of hair dos....

Over the last 7 years I have had a fair few hairstyles that have induced people to touch my hair or my head without even asking me if it would be okay.
The first one was when I had my hair cut into a Mohawk, a few years ago. I can remember walking around with it up and little kids being absolutely gobsmacked, old people tutting and shaking their heads in dismay. People asked me questions such as
'How do you sleep with it up?'

'How did you get it up like that?' 
 They were absolutely amazed,. even more so because half of my hair was a golden orange color, kind of like rust and the other half was black. So two tone mohawk that stood at a gravity defying 25 something cm and it got longer as my hair grew. My grandfather hated it. ABSOLUTELY HATED IT...
A few weeks hair growth on the sides. and you can see the gold color I was talking about earlier.
At Dominion, with Dready Will and my momma and Carlos. 

The last night we spent out in Dublin. At like 5am in burger king toilets. 

The next hair style that induced people to touching my hair and asking me a shit load of questions were my beloved dreads. I have never seen such pandemonium in the hair world as I have when I did my dreads. The questions people asked me were absolutely absurd.
Do you wash your hair?
Do you have lice?
How do you brush your hair?
Do you brush your hair?
Is it a wig?
Do you smoke weed?
Are you a rasta?
Does it smell?
Why did you do that to your hair?
Are you going to shave your hair off when you don't want them?
I think I caught several people touching my dreads thinking I can't feel them petting the stuff connected to my head. It used to be amusing when people tried to touch my hair or even asked me if they could touch it. Some people approached touching my hair as if it was going to jump up and bite them, with such gentleness and  amazement, it was amazing to watch. It was like some of the people that asked to touch my hair were scared of hurting it, some stroked my dreads others full on yanked on my hair. It was amazing, as if I had a whole new species of creature on my head. They took a really long time to put in and a lot of effort to maintain, I will have dreads again at some point in my life.
A few days after I sat for hours and did my dreads one by one.

A few months old here, I had all sorts of colors in them and  beads and silver cuffs.

Here the colors are evident. :) 



























The next hairstyle to rock the boat was when I shaved all of my hair off and opted for a bald look. I am not going into reasons why, but I love it. It was an invigorating experience. I would totally recommend it to anyone. I shaved it all off with a razor and have been maintaining the look for roughly a month now. I don't feel like growing my hair out. I like waking up with a head that feels like the rough side of Velcro. The questions and remarks I get are mostly out of shock. For some reason a lot of guys have never seen a girl shave off all of her hair. It is an absolute shock to them. don't ask me why but they just can't seem to get over it. It amuses me. I get a shite load of looks and stares and whispers but it doesn't bother me. I usually look at the whispering culprit and smile a big fat cheeky grin, it usually shuts them up or at least reduces their cheeks to red flushing poppy skirts. I get told my head feels like and reminds people of a hairless cat. A lot of people can't resist touching and feeling my head. Some have even rubbed my belly, something to do with me looking like a skinny Buddha, don't ask me. I get a lot of remarks such as 'scrambled egg.' 'cancer victim' 'egg head' 'chrome dome' 'can I polish your head in summer?' 'it is Easter soon, you know? You look ready for Easter!' It is amusing to me. People just cannot fathom change on such a large scale. Most girls cry at the thought of even snipping off a few dead ends, and here I go an shave off all of my dreads that I spent hours making and putting in place and spent oodles of money on. No, I did not have lice or nits, I needed a change in my life, a big enough one... I have one dread saved the rest I threw away. Anyway here is the result.




















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