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Braiding Around

Hairbraids are great.

I didn’t start out loving them. With thick curly hair at the age of 12, my mother took to French braiding my hair. Which, to her credit, was a brilliant way to tame wild hair. The flip-side was that now everyone knew my mom did my hair! I could never wrap my arms around my head and twist and tie my hair into a beautiful french braid.

In my thirties now, I’ve taken a new look at hairbraids. Sienna Miller pulled them off beautifully with a certain “swedish princess” look. When I (tried) to pull off this style, my boyfriend said to me, “Are you going out like that?”. Hmmm…

For a more wearable look, I look to none other than Nicole Richie. Not a fan of her work (what does she do anyway?), and not always a fan of her fashion, her style is always unique. And her braids kick-ass.


a bloggers first confession

As a newborn I had a baby blanket. Polka dotted with satin trim.
As a toddler I refused, much to my mother’s dismay, to release the blanket for any amount of time; this included when the blanket needed to be washed. So, much to my mother’s credit, she creatively cut the blanket in two and washed one while I fixated on the other. Not to be outsmarted, one day I found both blankets and proceeded to carry around the two halves. In no time, I lost one half and was left to savour only its twin.

The years past, the dots faded and blankie remained in my life. I remember Show n’ Tell in grade 6 when I proudly displayed a weathered blankie in front of my critical classmates. To me, blankie was every bit as preserved as I ever remembered. Then came the University days, wherein blankie went into hiding. As shamed as I am to say, blankie even travelled Asia with me during my backpacking days.

Now, you may be asking yourself why I am choosing to share this information. It is because there are others out there like me. Lots of them! Once I find out they too have a ________ (insert childhood toy of choice) we are instantly part of an exclusive club. We understand one other and begin to exchange stories that sound all to familiar.

So this is a testament to everyone who still has something that other people say they should have long gotten rid of. I salute you. Hang on to those mementos, the security it brings and the comfort it provides. We are lucky to have them.

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