Bye Bye Braidies

That is not a wig.  That is what happens to my hair when the braids come out.  No more cornrows; great sadness, funny pictures.

I get really sad when I take my braids out.  I like them; they make life easier in so many ways.  Now it's back to shampoo, brushes and continually having to prove myself.  Unpacked my combs and brushes, discovered I don't have any conditioner, and was rudely reminded how much wet hair sucks in the winter.  Boo.

I did have fun playing with it before that though, made a cute mini-beehive and enjoyed the fluffiness.  Kinda wish I could wear it super fluffy, just for a day or two.  Maybe I'll drag out those tiny sponge rollers sometime and re-create the fluffiness.