The other day I decided it would be a good idea to try out a random hairstyle that I've been secretly lusting after for a while now. (I hold Pinterest fully responsible, as well as the current issue of Real Simple.) Eisley rarely lets me blow-dry my hair these days, considering she immediately goes into fits of rage whenever I turn it on and clings to my legs like her world is shattering into a million pieces. There's just something about my child looking at me with tear-filled eyes that say, "MOMMY, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" Yeah, it's lovely. That said, at a certain point there's only so much dry shampoo can do to make me look like a decent human being, and I simply have to wash my hair knowing I may not get to make it look pretty.
My hair is naturally wavy, but not in the way that I can just let it dry and walk out of the house without feeling all undone and awkward. Perhaps someday I'll get a handle on it, but every time I try to let it dry naturally I just feel like a mess. This is where the braids come in.
While Eisley happily chewed on my blush compact (it's pretty much her favorite thing), I decided to try out the milk-maid braid for myself. Once I had the braids all pinned in and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, I couldn't help but feel absolutely ridiculous and kind of like that creepy German woman from 50 First Dates. Eisley couldn't stop staring at my hair all like, "Ma, you crazy." Also, I'd like to address the random tendril of hair at my part that is going rogue. This is what happens when you lose a good portion of your hair after having a baby and it finally decides to start growing back. (I can't really hate on the tendril, because it's better than a receding hairline, eh?)
After walking around the house with the braids, trying to be casual and/or like a cool person on Pinterest or in the current issue of Real Simple, I decided that I liked it. (Jay didn't even give me the eyes of judgement when he came home, although I know he was probably wondering what the heck was going on with my head but just wanted to be polite and ignore the whole thing.) I kind of wonder if anyone can wear their hair like this and feel fully normal, anyway. It's like bright red lipstick or adult rompers. If you go out wearing it, people will...notice. Not necessarily in a bad way (unless we're talking about me in a romper, because, really now) but it's something that catches your eye.
So, the verdict? You may not see me wearing these braids in public, but that won't stop me from taking photos that make me look more hip and stylish than I feel. Right? Right.
In other news, I haven't been able to shake this melancholy feeling lately. It's that feeling of something missing, even when everything around me seems perfectly perfect. I'd like to blame my continued sleep deprivation or constant need to over-analyze every little thing, but something tells me it's more than that. To try to wrap my mind around it (and fill my heart a bit), I'm joining She Reads Truth—unfortunately, I'm a little late to the game, but better late than never.
And to be perfectly honest, it already feels like this is the sort of thing I've been missing in my days.