I think braided hair is beautiful.
This is true for the blue-haired Betty down the street who always smells like moth balls wrapped in licorice and the excitable five-year-old proudly performing terrible cartwheels and eliciting uproarious applause.
The image of my wife in braids is downright sexy. Whether it’s a classic French braid or cornrows (yes, seriously), I think they’d all look good on her.
It’s not for every occasion, but I just find them to be beautiful.
Admittedly, not all hairstyles, much less braids, suit her hair’s texture. Some stay better than others, and that’s just how braiding works. But they all could look great on her.
So an idea hit me. My wife likes it when I play with her hair, and I like her in braids… So I can just learn to braid!
This may or may not work out well. I’m not exactly the most coordinated person in the world, but it’ll be interesting to try.
Worst case scenario: I rip out all her hair and I get to see how she’ll look bald. Assuming she doesn’t kill be long before.
Best case scenario: I get to see her in braids on a somewhat regular basis and she gets to have me play with her hair. Win win.
For now, I’m Googling for how-tos and praying for God to give her patience and comfort while I assert myself on her follicles. If this goes well, I’ll even be able to do it for my daughters.