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Hans Miniar Jónsson


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Today I picked up the crochet needle...

By: Hans Miniar Jónsson
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Now now, before you assume the worst, read.

This spring I got an appointment for a chest surgery. Having read of other people's experiences with that surgery, namely an inability to raise arms even the slightest, I found myself in a bit of a dilemma.
Either I had to do "something" to keep my newly formed locks from combining themselves into a helmet-like congo, or I had to comb them out.
Obviously, I wasn't willing to do the latter, and so I googled and googled and googled and decided (after what was apparently insufficient research) that I would take a crochet needle and manually tighten 'em up "real good" and hope that'd do the trick.
So, I worked my way through my head of hair, lock by lock, and tightened them all.

It was only a single round of it, but that was enough to create a rather unnatural and unpleasant look to them. I figured they'd be okay, never the less, and so I left 'em that way.

Now, there's no way you can "comb out" a crocheted head of hair, not without ripping out a fair bit of hair, so for the most part, patience is the only thing that'll make this mess any better. Still, even now, over 6 months later, there are a few locks which show the obvious signs, at least in the lower half of 'em.

So, today I picked up the needle again, and begun very carefully, strand by strand, to gently pull the crocheting apart.
Never once shoving through the lock itself, but working my way, millimeter by millimeter, from the tip. Undoing almost half a lock thus far.

Now, why would I do that?

Well, the original plan was "ack! I made a mess of 'em, best let 'em grow out a good long while and then I'll just cut off the mess!"
But somehow it seemed, too easy.
To just cut away "the evidence" when there was enough "not a mess" which'd grown in behind it.
And there's something "off" in my head about just, cutting it off, at all...
So, I decided to take the responsibility for my actions to slowly undo the damage that I myself have caused.

Tell you what, it's murder on my carpal tunnel syndrome, but honestly, I think it'll be worth it in the end.

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