So I think we need to address the fact that I have dreadlocks.
I’m not a hippy, or a vegan, nor do I listen to Jamaican music. This is everyone’s assumption. They also assume that it’s OK to touch my hair when I walk past them in the street (?!) and that I am guaranteed to stop when street fundraisers target me. Hello—I’m on my lunch break just like everyone else!
Would you like to know the real reason I have dreads?
…I have really, really, fine hair.
And that’s the honest truth!
When I was 12 I started dying my hair for the first time—it was really blonde when I was little, but then I started to get darker when I got older and the bleach came out. I dyed it blonde continuously for eight years, and then I did something even more drastic. I dyed it black.
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I liked it! I could get away with it being “messy” when it was black, but when the roots started showing through I looked like I had an airport runway on the top of my head—not a good look.
So I dyed it back. But dying it back meant that I pretty much ruined my hair. My already fine hair. It became so fine that it basically just stuck to my face and the only thing I could do to make it look good was to chop it all off.
I liked short hair! I really did. But it was a lot of work and I had to get it cut every two weeks, and I was just not prepared for that kind of work. So there was only one other way to get the volume and length I desired…I had to dread it.
I’d been with Jack for around six months when I finally decided to do it, and he offered to do it for me.
He dreaded my hair the weekend he came to visit my family for the first time, and it took him nine whole hours. Well, that was just about the best thing he could have ever done, as far as my parents were concerned. Nine hours in a room with me! And he survived! He must be a strong man.
That was almost four-and-a-half years ago and they’re still intact! I haven’t brushed my hair in that long, which is probably horrifying to some of you, but it honestly doesn’t bother me. I wash them once a week, aaaaand that’s about it. I get up out of bed—my hair is done. If want to pull it out of my face—I tie it together in a knot because I don’t need an elastic band. It is the easiest hairstyle in the world.
I’m not going to lie, sometimes I do look at pictures of people with wonderful hair and think “Ahhh, if I cut mine out I could have hair like that!” and then I realise that no, I couldn’t, because I have fine hair and that was the very reason why I did this in the first place. That and they only way to get rid of them would be to shave my head…and yes you did read that correctly.
So for now, I am looking for inspiration. There aren’t many “dreaded” brides out there, but I’m hoping I can find something to do and hopefully, then, become inspiration for other dreaded brides-to-be!
Does anyone have any ideas for what would look cute? Are there any other dreaded brides out there?