Getting prepped in a crown braid for the Ready or Hot fashion show.
I realize I am a Hunger Games installment or two behind the braid trend. Oh, I've written about it, pinned it, and talked about it on the radio. But I have not partaken in the wearing of the braids. Until last night. I was getting primped backstage to model, along with many other media types, in the Planned Parenthood Ready or Hot fashion show, when Renee from The Beauty Room decided to twist my thick, mid-length locks into a crown braid. Not only don't I do braids, I told her, I don't do updos. Of any kind. Period. I even yank the ponytail right out of my hair as I'm exiting the gym. It's my big forehead. My chin. My bangs that are too long to look good hanging down, but too short to stay put when tucked back. It's everything. Then along comes Renee, with literally four bobby pins, a rubber band, quick wrists and hairspray, and suddenly I'm rocking a regal updo. The sophisticated side angle, the complicated twists, the front piece swept ever so slightly across my forehead all made me feel prettier with my hair up than I ever thought possible.