the domestic zoo

Yesterday I washed the dreads, soaked them in a sea salt solution, and once they were dry I started backcombing them *again* in order to tighten up the ends.

It’s been a lot of work, my hands are incredibly sore, but the dreads (and roots) are looking much better.

Mom tells me, “I’ve never seen you put this much work into your hair before.”

I’ve never wanted to do something with my hair so much before. It’s totally worth it.

Yesterday I washed the dreads, soaked them in a sea salt solution, and once they were dry I started backcombing them *again* in order to tighten up the ends.

It’s been a lot of work, my hands are incredibly sore, but the dreads (and roots) are looking much better.

Mom tells me, “I’ve never seen you put this much work into your hair before.”

I’ve never wanted to do something with my hair so much before. It’s totally worth it.

Yesterday, after lunch, we piled into the car and took a Memorial Day drive up the coast. We drove through the tourist hot-spot that is Ogunquit, through Wells and then up to see the Bush’s summer home in Kennebunkport. At one point during the drive, as we were slowly making our way through a small cluster of homes near the oceanfront, Mom pointed out a large rock sitting in the rising tide.

“I watched the sun rise from that rock.”

Then she noted a small, grey cottage. “We rented that little place once…

“And,” she added, “That was the first time I ever used Nair.”