My younger daughter has a phenomenal amount of hair - in fact “hair” doesn’t quite do it justice it is more of a mane. When wet and combed straight, it goes down to her waist. Once dry, the tiny curls make it about a foot and a half shorter. It requires constant attention and the right style (usually braids, sometimes twists) because one week of neglect turns it into a huge Velcro pillow requiring 10 hours of painful detangling. So, hairstyling has become a major factor in my life. I block off time for it in my calendar. Bike ride and picnic on Saturday? That sounds like fun! But, unfortunately, next weekend is a hair weekend. Over the years, all of my friends have come to know what this means.
Today was a braiding day. We started at noon with the third film in the Hunger Games series (Mockingjay - Part 1) and managed to get almost 30 braids done. Then we put in the seventh Harry Potter film (Deathly Hallows - Part 1) which saw us through most of the next 25 braids.
I assume Deathly Hallows - Part 2 is slated for tomorrow afternoon, by the end of which, we should be up to 85 braids, total. The fourth film for the final 25 braids is still open I only know that sometime around the end of that film, my daughter will be admiring herself in the mirror, and then she will come to me with a huge smile on her face and give me a long hug. And it will be at least two months before we have to fuss with her hair again.
The things we do to make our daughters happy.