Bangs, fringe, breakage — whatever you call it, it'll fit in some butterfly clips.
I went to Maryland over the weekend to attend my sister's wedding reception, fully expecting to make an article out of how her makeup artist did up her face. Unfortunately, the morning of the reception, I was informed that there wasn't enough room in the car for a journalist.
I resigned myself to the fact that I would have no material to write about for xoVain during my brief trip. But then, the morning after the wedding, as I was packing to train it back to New York (shout out to my girl Acela), my mom said, "Why don't I French braid your hair?"
I could not think of a reason why she shouldn't.
My parents, who'd driven up from Florida, and I were staying in a guest suite in the apartment building where my sister's ex-husband (and all-around great dude), David, lives (and where my niece and nephew live part-time). In the short time I'd been there, I had already regressed into several childhood behaviors, like relying on my mom to wake me up and rolling my eyes at my dad when he insisted Celine Dion is the greatest singer in the history of the world. It was only natural that I'd let my mom do my hair as she had so many times when I was a kid.
Also, I can't French braid my own hair. SORRY, ANNIE, WE'RE NOT ALL BRAID GENIUSES.
So, yeah, even though I had puffy morning-after-a-party eyes--and by "eyes" I mean face--I asked my dad to take pictures of my mom braiding my hair. All of the pictures were blurry, but not blurry enough to hide that I should've still been sleeping.
Even though my mother doesn't braid her own hair, she hadn't forgotten how to braid mine. It's like riding a hairy bicycle.
It was a bit sloppy, but we decided it was messy on purpose.
And here it is from the side.
And from the back.
The braid was totally fine for train travel, but the caption-aforementioned insecurities started bothering me and took it down.
So as much as I loved the bonding time with Mom, I was reminded that I look better with my hair down at parties than I do with it braided the morning after.
Oh, by the way: My dad wants you to know that you should buy Curel Itch Defense. "I hate lotion, but I love this stuff."
When's the last time your mom braided your hair? Are you a self-sufficient French-braider? What's your dad's favorite lotion?