I must have heard that phrase from my mom 1,000 times when I was growing up..."If you'd sit still, I could learn to do your hair. I need to practice!"
As tender-headed as I was, I wasn't about to sit still for much practicing...I just wanted my hair to magically morph into beautiful braids, I guess.
It didn't, of course...and I spent the majority of my childhood with straight hair, sometimes pulled into a ponytail or pigtails.
It's only recently that I finally understood my mom's strife. I never learned to French braid hair, and -- while I understand the concept -- there's no way the girlies are going to sit still long enough for me to practice.
I see all these adorable "hairstyles for girls" pins on Pinterest...but I don't dare to even click them. I'd have better luck learning to knit...which is a real long-shot!
Still, I got a brainwave over the weekend, and B was mesmerized enough by looking at our binder-ringed Christmas cards to let me do it.
It's not rocket science, by far...and I still need some practice, even to do this...but I was pretty proud of my creation.
You know what they say, "If you can't braid 'em, join 'em,"...or something like that.