I had a blue stripe...now I have blueish green rastot!
Booo....beautiful hair, all gone. :(
The man with the magic hands.
Rasta numero uno...
Half up, half down.
The back from one of the ONLY times I wore it down...well part of the day at least!
OK, I can let the vanity get a hold of me and post abouot a million more pictures, but this is enough for now!
The thing is, now I hate them. And I miss my hair terribly. And I don't want to shave them off (mostly because I'm scared shitless), so I am growing them out. And when I fix them every once in a while, I don't fix them from the root, I just knit all the hair from around each rasta. That way I can at least cut them when they have somewhat of length on them. But because I'm not fixing them from the root, they look hella messy...so I need to suffer with ugly rastot, which is why I ALWAYS keep them up..plus it's too hot for them to be down. The suckie thing is, is that I LOVE to wear hats...and now my head is too big for all my hats, so I crotched a few rasta hats...but it's not the same. :(