I am still not my hair but people identify me via my hair, some people don’t even know my name, they just call me Rasta…..
me from a year ago:
See my circle ….
My hair is more than shoulder length.. and I still wake up like this….
But having hair this long has its moments……..
Its strange how when my hair was shorter, I used to find every reason to tie it up into a pony tail but not now….I prefer my hair free…
but I still get moments when:
A strand of hair moves over my arm or neck and my heart stops because you think it’s a spider or a snake….(o.o)
to be honest I was thinking more of the ghostly apparitions from the exorcist or insidious or conjuring or paranormal activity then decided you might relate more to spiders/snakes better than super natural entities…. A ghostly caress… goosebumps
When I bite a burger, I have to pay extra attention, its very easy for a strand of hair to get entangled and find its way into my mouth….., it doesn’t taste very good…..
Pay special attention, when I brush my teeth, I have to tie up my hair unless I want my locks toothpaste coloured.. which I don’t…
And little kids are such terrorists… They will grab hold and not let go…..
And then there is that moment when a random stranger says:
“Omg I love your hair”
You are all tongue tied trying to figure the best way to say “thank you”
And they tell “Hey, I am a hair dresser I can retouch your hair…. “(o.O)
So was the compliment real or just a means lie to get your attention cause if they wanna redo your hair it looks horrible……
What crazy moments has your hair gotten you into..???
~B
Day 23 Blog everyday challenge
Becoming The Muse 
Your thoughts.. if you will?