I can't take credit for the love affair with my hair because really it was my husband's input that made me feel gorgeous. One day he looked at me and said, "I like your Bob Marley hair." Talk about a compliment!!! I do wear my tams when I am around people that are going to ask a lot of questions or be judgmental if I'm not in the mood to deal with it. I find that most judgmental people are like lower primates, once you cover something up they think it just ceases to exist. I know that wasn't the nicest thing, but it's true. There is a preacher that gets her hair done and she is constantly on me about having too many holes in my ears, the hole in my nose, my tattoos (which happen to be about 12+ years old), and now my hair. I just explain that since we don't sleep together her opinion doesn't much matter. Again, not the nicest way to say it but sometimes people are unable to hear kind gentle words and only respond to artistic sarcasm (I'm a pro at that).
Here's a picture since I know that makes the blog better and because I love y'all so much!!!
|At a local park off the trail of course. Anyhoo, that point is so you can see my hair. Ignore the fact that I am smiling so hard that I look psychotic. lol|
BONUS PICTURE OF MY SON!!!