I WANT THEM.
I MUST HAVE THEM.
It’s like I will become the mother I want to be if ONLY I have these boots.
I can see myself hopping out of my minivan, kids in tow, happily conquering the world.
Also, these boots too.
Totally see myself running around outside at our goat farm, mucking stalls, riding the horse with my blonde dreads a-waving in the wind, fixing fences, and then going out for a beer with dada (while the kids put themselves to sleep. HA.)
My mother thinks I am joking about the dreads. I am not. I recently told her and my sisters how I was developing some dreads and contemplating actually trying to make them.
They laugh and look at me.
I say no, really I am.
My sister (young and cute) says, “really??” with admiration/suspicion.
I see it in her eyes. “Really?? My older (read-old) (read-boring) sister with two kids is going to do something crazy like grow dreads? Huh???”
They all start laughing nervously and look at me.
Hmmm. My girlfriends think I am crazy to consider this, mostly. My oldest sister kindly suggested some great leave-in conditioning spray. (HA HA.)
|my hair at easter. see the dread-potential? its several inches |
also, witness the cute children and very cute dada.
very cute. yes.
Anyway. With dreads one can no longer cross over. Even my best Try outfit would fail to cover the fact that I am a dirty dreaded hippy mom. Even if I – gasp – broke out cute flats and the 8 year old Coach purse (which at this point is likely so outdated what is the point really, right?)
|see?? arent these so cool??|
So, what to do?
Here are my reasons. I could keep my hair long but it would be out of my face. I could even wear it down which I NEVER do (unless I have a headache – which is a lot lately, insert sad face for my poor head) and it would be contained.
Some misconceptions – you STILL WASH YOUR HAIR. (hear that mom?) You just don’t brush. Think of the cool beads! The cool leather straps! Ok, I am totally laughing at myself right now. I sound ridiculous. Dreads. Really? Can a 30-something year old stay at home mom just up and put dreads in her hair? I feel like I need to join a revolution or something. Become a hardcore activist type. Take part in a sit-in. I am so not the sit-in type. I have strong convictions about many things but I really REALLY dislike confrontation (which makes me a great blogger. No one to argue back. HA HA) I also find myself too often empathizing with many sides of an argument. Perhaps because I was the second oldest of a large brood. Perhaps because of my ENTJ personality. I want to understand and feel for everyone and where they are coming from and make everyone love each other as I tuck flowers behind their ears. I am a passionate person though, but only about things I find to be worth the exertion. (HA) Certain political issues. Certain social issues. Certain parenting issues for sure. My family. My faith.
Maybe I am extreme enough come to think of it.
Also – you DON’T have to cut your hair off. VO5 oil and lots of patient combing.
So, to dread or not to dread. Hmmm. Stay tuned. (because I know you are dying to know what I will do with my hair...HA HA)
And the boots? The inspiration for this post? My birthday is tomorrow. Hopefully a whole blog post about these boots will be enough of a subtle hint for dear dada. (insert winky face guy and kissy face guy. LOVE YOU BABY)