Afro ... oh how I missed you

Me waving through the unlocked root hair.


So, I washed the twists out of my hair. I'm glad I twisted, though, it really let me know that I really don't want to do it anymore. And the afro's back. And it feels so good.

So ... umm ... yeah

So, I've been complaining about my afro-locks for a little while (if not on this blog, in my head). So I decided to palm roll my whole head. For the first time since I started these locks. I'm trying to decide if I like it now. No more afro-lock, but it's quite flat to me. Time will tell. I guess I can't call myself a freeformer anymore. I do know that I don't plan to do something like this more than twice or so a year, cause twisting my whole head definitely kicked my butt. I am glad that I did it though, because going through my whole head like that let me know that I wasn't separating thoroughly. And I found several locks that were really smaller than I wanted them. And now I am really able to see how much of my hair is locked, and how much of my hair isn't. And now sometimes I really wish that I had started with twists or braids, because some of my lock sections really are irregular, I just found that out. But then again, I try to remember that I really don't like doing my hair but once in a blue moon.

It's crazy, I'm also feeling kinda guilty for twisting my hair. It's like, for me, freeforming is close to the ultimate in locking hair, and I took a step back by twisting it. Silly, I know. I've said before that I don't have anything against other methods of starting or maintaining, and I don't, but I guess that thought is still there in the back of my head. I mean, it's not like I was freeforming for religious reasons, or care nothing about how my hair looks.