The first time I grew locs I admit I had very limited knowledge. Thinking back on the experience I didn’t know anyone that had locks. My journey for lack of better words was a truly a natural occurrence.
Tired of living the LYE I instructed my long-time hairstylist to cut my hair off. The chopping process stressed her out to say the least. She thought I was making the wrong decision, one that only time could correct.
That same night my date cancelled after learning that my ear length, bone straight haircut had become a thing of a past. He made a smart azz remark, one which had all his subsequent calls going straight to voice mail. We never spoke again.
Over a year into my loc journey I have decided to use the FreeForm method in maintaining my hair. My regimen will consist of shampooing when needed, natural oils and keeping my locs separated. Twisting my hair will no longer take place. Being someone who works out often I’m sure this new routine will better suit my lifestyle.
I really appreciate the beauty of my puffy, kinky, cotton “feel” like roots. I guess that’s why I can’t stop touching my hair. This is day two of my commitment to FreeForm locs. I will include pictures along the way.
A future entry will highlight the combining of some 200 locs (mine). The photo below shows my hair joined and thread stitched.