Every year, I swear I’m cutting my hair. Last year, when I turned 30, I thought it was finally going to happen. I was wrong. The academic reason why I can’t quite pull it off has to do with all sorts of things like femininity, desirability blah blah. And the goofier reason is that I keep finding some kind of yummy product that makes washing, twisting, and caring for my dreds fun again. While shooting for my current project about black women and hair, (go figure), one of my subjects put me onto Oyin Handmade.
So…yeah. Maybe I’ll cut them six months from now. Emphasis on maybe.