Okay, I’ve been practicing. It’s good that I have a willing subject.
My braids are getting a little better, a little more consistent, and she (my lovely daughter) doesn’t complain as much. We re-did one of the braids from the other night into four smaller ones last night.
(Why? Because in general, smaller braids will stay in longer, since they can be more precise. Although precise isn’t really a word I would use to describe my mad braiding skillz. Oh, Zoot, where are you when I need you?)
Practice makes perfect, they say. Maybe another week or two and she’ll let me take her picture again.
Elle’s hair is too fine to braid. It’s too fine to do anything with for that matter. Doesn’t hold a curl. When she was a baby, it was like cotton candy and would break so easily. So instead of brushing her hair, I just washed it 3 or 4 times a day, and then used the spray on conditioner before I could even attempt to comb it. And as a girl, I have to admit I’m pretty sad when it comes to braiding. I can do your standard 3-strand plait, but anything beyond that gives me fits.