Ok, I have lost my mind.
I talked Seth into letting his hair grow out so that we could do dreads. Well, he has done his part and now I have to hold up my end of the deal.
I have to learn how to and actually do dreads..... see, I told you I had lost my mind.
I don't have a clue. I've read several tutorials on them. We bought a good rat tail comb and about a gzillion little black rubber band thingies. I ordered the beeswax today. So, in a few days when the beeswax arrives I've got to do this.
Hours and hours of separating his hair into tiny little pieces to be back combed and waxed and back combed some more, waxed and twisted and waxed some more all over his head.
Why do I do such things?
7 comments:
You are such a hippie! :)
I don't think I would want that job. My oldest talks of trying to do dreds sometimes. But I don't think he could get past growing his hair out. He always ends up cutting it off. His Dad would not like dreds anyway.
:D I have to laugh, Aola. I never even mastered French braids, let alone dreds. We do expect pictures!
Jen, are you kidding me - I can't even do a regular braid much less a French braid.... and here I am, attempting dreads.
White people in dreads. Does he get the whole point that dreads are supposed to be an expression of utter disregard of appearance?
Caucasian hair does not form dreadlocks without a considerable amount of effort. Whenever I see a white person with their hair carefully coiffured into 'dreads' it just puts me into hysterics.
Just like a pierced tongue on a straight boy/man.
CV... geez, he's 13!! has flamin' red hair and it was MY idea.
Bottom line, he's a rock star (drummer) and dreads are cool.
We used to bleach Levi's white and spike it
Well, I stand corrected then.
Photos please.
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