I've been working with an Aussie hippy called Bel for the last two and half weeks and she has some mad ass dreads going on, it reminded me of a time when I really wanted them and even asked my mum if I could get them. The answer was No. Now I'm a few thousand miles away there is no one to ask...
So a couple of days ago another Aussie a feral gypsy called Winter arrived and the dreads began... First she put her own back in and tidied up Bel's then a Canadian, Kyle, turned up and pretty much the first thing that was said to him was 'you would look good with dreads', five hours by the bonfire later and his were sorted and my envy set in.
Problem is I love my pretty blonde hair and I've bought my GHD's with me, don't want to have one hundred and twenty quid worth of uselessness in my bag. So I've gone for the left third of my hair dreaded, pretty blonde hair in tact, plenty to straighten when the mood takes me (once in 11 weeks so far) and I'VE GOT DREADLOCKS BABY!
Oh and I had a great time on my birthday, those who have been told the goss will ppreciate the fun I'm referring to. Lost my stomach lining on some dodgy 'local' vodka, which is rubbing alcohol with vodk flavouring, mmmmm.
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