Loc'd and Loaded with Palm Rolls!

Ok, Ok I keep "rediscovering" this blog. But now it's going to be put to good use. You see, today I skipped the trick or treating and just decided to get myself a treat....go to the hairdresser in other words.

My hairdresser has been talking to me about getting my hair loc'd since I started going to her two weeks ago. I detest doing my hair, but it's so pretty in its natural state that I finally decided to do it some justice and start going to a hairdresser. Besides, most of the time my hair is worn in a curly fro/ shake n go anyway. Telling her my aversion for all things "hair done by self" she quickly suggested that I get locs.

Naturally, I was a little apprehensive because that would mean no more curly fro. YIKES! But that also means, I can look "decent" as my mother says by not having my hair looking like a fallen cake when I decide I want to go days without touching it. HA! So yeah today, I was just going in for a straw set (something that would keep my hands out of my hair for another week or two). I think she set me up though because when I got there this morning, there wasn't an unloc'd head to be seen anywhere (unless of course I looked in the mirror). Head after head of beautiful locs swam before my eyes. I swear they were beckoning me with their gorgeous selves. I wanted them but just didn't want to leave my afro behind. I mean seriously, have you seen my hair?! Take a look at my profile pic...see how stunning it is? :)

Loc'ing wasn't something to just jump into, so I said to myself..."Self, go 'head and pray on this". But instead of praying, I proceeded to call my mother and my aunt to get their thoughts on it. They had the nerve not to answer their phones...so yep I was forced to ask God for His input (truth be told, I should have been doing that from the beginning anyway). Sure enough, He gave me the green light. I guess He was tired of me not taking care of my hair...so He set me up with something that would be gorgeous with light maintenance. I tell you one thing, I'm happy He decided not to just blast me for taking my hair for granted. I don't know what I would have done if I'd have waken up one day and saw tufts of hair decorating my pillows. YIKES!! Yep so I did it! I started the loc journey. Loc'd and loaded with Palm Rolls...check!

How do I look?