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Friday, 15 July 2011

The Dreadlock Journey



I thought it important to share my dreadlock experience (bit of a long one but bear with me!). Many people have misconceptions of people with dreadlocks referring to them as stinky hippies, rope heads and the like.This doesn't really bother me, it's a personal preference like dying your hair plum. Not everyone likes it but if it makes you feel more you then its a good thing.

My locks began 4 years ago in a national park on the east coast of Australia. It was a spontaneous decision, sometimes the best ones are, and I've never regretted them. I was not aware at this point how they would change my life or of the journey that had just begun.

It sounds a bit spiritual and to be honest hair is spiritual, it always has been and dreadlocks have a long history dating back to ancient Egypt. Everyone feels better after a new do, like a rebirth. with the simple action of a different hairstyle you can transform yourself, and the way people view you. Its like stepping into someone else's shoes. I believe it is something everybody should experience once in their life. Completely ditching their self as they know it and taking on  a whole new one. And it is not that once you have dreads you actively change, the change comes to you because of the way people view you. Opportunities open up that never would have. People who probably wouldn't notice you in the street have an urge to talk to you, you look interesting, your hair hold stories.

Of course certain doors also close, like the majority of corporate jobs, a lot of hospitality jobs and the like. This was one of my main reasons to have them, i wanted out of hospitality, i wanted to change my life and didn't know how but i knew if i excluded certain jobs i'd be forced into different areas. As it happened two years later i'd gained enough knowledge on dreads to start my own company to make and maintain locks, Dread fixations and creations http://www.facebook.com/pages/dread-fixations-and-creations/169637358278 Which was a much better way to earn money, working with interesting people with good stories rather than  spoilt rich holiday makers wanting their dinner NOW!

I felt better in my own skin with my dreads, i stopped wearing make-up (shock) still don't wear it on a daily basis, i suppose my dreads are my make-up. Everybody has something to hide behind. My dreads speak for themselves and people read them how they wish to read them. It does bring up with some funny comments like do you take them out before bed every night? and how do you wash them? Well people, it is still hair it can still be washed the same way, believe it or not, they are not all stinky. In fact i have seen some of the healthiest hair in dreads. The hair has to be healthy to have life and character and to be strong.

Its an emotional journey as well, for the first 6 months to a year you deal with fluff ans fuzz whilst they take their form. It requires patience and perseverance. And so 4 years on nearly, I have beaded and unbeaded, wrapped and unwrapped, extended, dyed, truncated and multipied them. I have gone through some fluffy times, times i've wanted to chop them and start again but right now i love my dreadies more than ever. It's not about being a hippie it's about having an identity.

Peace out!

Friday, 8 July 2011

free shopping...what its all about?



Welcome to my world of fabric, paint, hats and all. My first post! and i'm wondering whether the world is ready for what's in my mind. 

So every week i make a trip to the free shop...what's the free shop i hear you ask eagerly. Here in Christchurch there are a whole load of free shops all over town, otherwise known as mary's meals or the charity barn, called so because they have a certain section you can take stuff absolutely free of charge! And the rest of it is so cheap it may as well be free. Bargain hunters paradise it is! It began as a paint exchange a few years back where people could take half tubs of paint and exchange them for different colours and the like in a bid to keep more out of landfill and it has grown to be several giant warehouses full of 'stuff' from clothes to furniture, crockery and mattress's. It's the big wad of clothes that keeps me going back every week to find my bargains. Fill a black bag for a fiver!! the catch you ask is that you literally have to climb on top of the giant pile of clothing and mine it! like mining for gold but also like 'mine', 'mine', 'mine', 'mine'. Once i saw a lady sitting in a giant hollow, she'd actually reached the bottom of the pile, which was now looming above her, while her partner was sitting unhurried on the sideline where she was throwing all her finds out to. I counted 5 black liners full, that would be her whole family clothed for winter i'd guess. I dont know how long she'd been there but she was still there when i left.

Now the trick is patience and time because within this pile there are undoubtedly at first glance some hideous pieces of fabric and some nasty polyester pieces that should never have been allowed to be worn! however with a bit of foresight, a creative license and some effort it is indeed a gold mine! I've found retro hippy waistcoats, vintage dresses, perfect fitting (unbelievably) new jeans from maya never worn, beautiful batiks, jackets, coats, woollens the lot. Chuck them in the machine and there we have some stuff to get busy with or simply a new wardrobe.