Hello, y’all. Happy Sunday. We’re up. I’ve spent the last hour or two scrolling social media from the comfort of the bed. Chaucer snuggled, periodically getting up to walk around the bed, trying to convince one of us to feed him.
I spent yesterday afternoon working on more locs. I managed to mat up another three locs before my arm said FUCK THIS SHIT and I had to stop. If I’m going to keep doing this shit, I need to find a better method to hold the hair when I mat it up. Most people I’ve seen making their own locs aren’t wrapping the hair around a 20lb kettlebell and working on their living room floor.
I planned to seal everything today. I was struggling to count how many I had installed so I could determine how many more I needed, so I decided to just take them out. Shawshank snipped all the tiny elastics out and I spent 90 minutes uninstalling the glow worm locs. My head feels lighter and naked.
I showered, then counted up the pile of removed locs. The number I took out matched what I’ve got (almost) ready, and I celebrated not having to make any more. Then I discovered four locs had fallen off the couch and weren’t counted, annoying me all over again with the knowledge I still need to make more.
Today is Brunch Day. Shawshank will stuff us full of breakfast foods. Chaucer will beg for bacon from us. Later, we’re going to Shady Acres for dinner. In between, I’ll try to finish the hair.
