July 18, 2020 I heard the voice of the Lord tell me to cut all my locs off. In obedience I did just that. I am grateful for 2020. God's hand is moving. Stay encouraged, ya'll.
I will be rocking my granny wig until my cousin, the Sisterlock Consultant, is able to get to Texas or me to Virginia for a re-install. I have age related thinning at the temple (gotta love the genes you get) and along the front widows peak section. I don't mind it turning gray when at least it ain't all turning loose.
Blessings!
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