I've emailed the winners; Christi, Ronda and April check your mail next week. To everyone that didn't win, I'm talking to some people about doing give-aways through the blog more regularly. Keep in the loop, I like to share.
I've decided to make a bit of a change and comb out my dreadlocks. I roll my eyes at that word: dreadlocks. They never really got to the stage where they were noticably locked up. A year later and people still say "Oh, you're trying to grow dreads?" Yeah. I'm trying. My hair, on the other hand, doesn't want to comply. Contrary to what people (and websites that sell you stuff) believe, not everyone's hair is made for dreadlocks.
Oh, it'll knot up and look messy and be a pain in the ass but those really pretty fat locks you see out there, well, some people just can't do it. After an entire year of trying, I've realize I'm one of those people.
I've backcombed, waxed, braided, palm-rolled, aloed, crocheted and finally in a last ditch effort to get ALL the stray hair in, sewed.
Nothing worked. And I really wanted it to.
So, this afternoon I combed out three of them. It took hours. It hurt. I used half a bottle of conditioner. It made me nauseous and dizzy. If you don't hear from me for awhile I'm probably unconscious on the bathroom floor.