Nebulous Mooch

So I decided to dread my hair. I’ve had dreads before. I lived and Korea for six years and hair products suitable for my hair were hard to come by, so I decided to dread it. My reason for dreading my hair now was just because I wanted a change.

I spent a little over hour putting two-strand twists in my hair to start my dreads. A week later, I decided I didn’t like the look of my twists and I took them out and spent about two hours carefully parting my hair and putting new two-strand twists in.

That was a week ago. This morning I decided that growing dreadlocks would be too much of a hassle at this point in my life. I took the twists out while I did the research for the latest page I added to my massage website.

To demonstrate my commitment not to dread my hair, I bought a hairbrush this afternoon. Here are some exciting pictures of me after using my new hairbrush.

On our walks we’ve noticed thorny berry laden bushes by the side of the road. One day my husband asked someone on the street, “Are these berries edible?”

The man looked at him strangely and said, “Yeah. They’re blackberries.”

That’s all we needed to know. We spent a week casing the berry situation. I didn’t want to pick any berries that were right by the roadside. My husband thought that was because of pollution, but, honestly, it had more to do with embarrassment. We found a few spots were we could wonder back off the road and picked berries.

On Sunday we set out with a container to pick berries. Here’s the thing about picking berries just off the road, even though no one could see me, I still felt embarrassed. I just felt like I shouldn’t be doing it. So my husband picked most of the berries while I stood there feeling nervous.

“You’re really embarrassed about doing this,” my husband said to me, when I told him to stop picking berries because I thought someone was coming.

“I’m mortified,” I said.

“The funny thing is I bet you’ll write about this on the blog,” he laughed.

Of course he was right.