French Braid Fury

My parents were in town for a few different weekends this spring to help us Kurt with the basement project.  One of the weekends lined up with a mother-daughter event at church, so the ladies of the house got all fancied up and skipped happily off for a wonderful afternoon together.

Almost.

Except that, I tried out a new "do" for Myka's hair (which looked fabulous, by the way) that she ended up HATING.  And I don't mean that lightly.  We have been growing out her bangs since Christmas, so I have been having fun finding ways to keep them out of her eyes for school, including learning how to french braid.  So I made two french braids go around her head and meet in the back like she had on a little crown.  The hair above the braids was all included in the frenchness, the hair below hung down around her.

I'm not sure she had even seen how it looked before declaring it to be awful.  Apparently she was not used to all the pulling at the top of her head.  And it itched.  And it was too tight.  I did what I could to loosen it up and told her it's painful to be pretty.  She wasn't amused.  We tried to get some pictures before we left and this is how it started.

 Then we got her to at least look at the camera.

 And about 3 minutes later got a smile.

It did turn out to be a great time, once she figured out the braids weren't going anywhere and people started complimenting her on them.  It must be a pretty tough life when the thing that makes you feel like you, "wanna DIE" is that your hair is itchy.