I found myself talking to locs one afternoon while retwisting. It's kind of a quiet meditative time for me, but when I told one loc to "stay still" and another loc to, "get out of the way" I realized that these babies have taken on a life of their own! In a way I am like a mother, a "LOCTOMOM" and these are my babies. As they grow and mature, they are growing personalities unique to their strands.

THE FAT ONE that's the one that sits at the top of my head. I kinda think of it as the cheerleader on the squad who you notice has packed on some weight over the summer, but you don't know how to approach her with the issue. I mean, I didn't plan to have a loc that thick, but alas.

THE THIN ONE The one that sits right about my right ear. It was crying out for help. So I paired her up with the loc next to it and they became siamese twins.

THE CRAZY ONE: Somewhere on the right side of my head, this crazy fool just looks straight up crooked. I mean, just zigzagged. And its one my frizziest! You mean after 7 months, you couldn't even tighten up just a little bit! She's kinda like the drunk friend at the party, the one you don't want to claim, but do because, well, you've known her for 7 months. I wonder if it will ever straighten up its act!

THE TALL FASHION MODELS: The two locs in the front most center of my head. They are perfect, but they get in my eyesight when I'm doing my hair! I mean must they flaunt themselves right in front of my eyeball? But yeah, they're workin' it!

THE LANKY ONE: The one in the far back right. Close to the nape of my neck. How did you manage to grow noticeable much longer than the other ones? You stick out like a sore thumb. Feeling awkward? You should feel awkard. Someday, you will be a beautiful swan, but right now, for the sake of the style, just try and blend in as much as possible!

WEST SIDE STORY: So my locs kind of have this thing where most of the time they are naturally parted in the middle towards the front of my head. The whole situation reminds me of the Sharks versus the Jets. It's difficult to get rid of this line of division and when I want a couple of Sharks to go over to the Jets' side for a side swoop style, it's the hardest thing. So I resort to violence to get the job done. And by violence I mean a few bobbypins being stuck into my locs.

Does this all make sense, or am I making myself look crazy?

@}~~ 1rekka