i used to wish i could braid my hair, but it was never long enough. my sister had a braid so long, she would sit on it..and i was jealous. by the time my hair was long enough to braid, it was no longer cool to braid your hair. i want to braid my hair again, but again..its not long enough to look good.
I miss my hair. It’s gone, off to make a wig for an unfortunate cancer sufferer, like the ones my best friend wore before she died. I had phantom hair syndrome when I cut it off, so long ago I can’t remember. I miss being able to braid it, but I’m happy at the same time.
Her braid twisted artfully into a graceful spiral at the top of her head. It was woven with fresh flowers and ribbons. It gave her an amazing, sophisticated look that her mother had worked on for an hour.
She hated that look.
It reminds me of a hair braid. A book I read called The Westing Game. Turtle, the girl who always got her pigtails (braids) tugged on by people. My frenemy Olivia who wore braids at my softball pool party.
There is always the one person who can braid like nobody’s business and they make you look like you rubbed your head on the carpet before you left the house even if it took you hours to do.
I sat in front of my sister as she slowly combed my hair. She gently played with it until she finally tied it at the end. I looked in the miorror to see a lovely frech braid in my golden hair. I ran my fingers over it and it felt amazing. Silky bumps running from my forehead all the way down to my shoulderblades. i ran to my room and found a purple bow and tied it in my hair.
She ran her fingers through his silky soft brown hair and smiled as he let out a muted purr. She began humming as her fingers skillfully braided the long tresses. “Are you enjoying this, Jeremy?” She asked with a laugh as the purr became noticeably louder.
I miss being able to braid my hair. I’m actually really happy with my decision to cut off fifteen-some inches and donate it to a company that makes wigs for cancer patients, but being able to braid it is one thing I really miss. I’m growing it out again over the summer.
I used to wear my hair in a braid. Back when it was long and thin and frail, and I looked as if I had an oily bracelet in my hair. I’m so glad I chopped my hair off when I did. I would have looked so terrible by the time I was thirty.
Its been bothering me for a long time now that my hair seems to be unable or unwilling to look good.
So I made it discover braids.
Theres a side braid and a 4 braid and a fishtail braid and now my hair is happy,
and im happy because it looks better than it did, limp and borring a week ago.
I have been wearing my hair in braids since I was three. It’s a black girl thing you see. Say what you want about that but I will be the first and last to say it’s a black girl thing. I remember going to Ghana once when I was seven. Someone my mom grew up with saw her, saw me and invited me to sit on an overturned bucket in front of her dirt-road-side shop and she braided my hair with beads. I love Ghana.
I love braiding my hair now that I have this one pink highlight. I love the way the pink weaves in and out of the braid and how it only shows up sometimes. It’s fun guessing when the pink will show up again. Having this pink highlight is just more fun for me now. I love my hair :]
the braid of the poi was green and white – she felt just 5 years old, learning to plait the 4 strands together. Would she be the one the teacher helped? Would hers be pretty? Would she get it done at all? Someone else was ahead of her . . .
the hair seemed to flow faster as it seemed to unravel itself. I didn’t know why it had just seemed to fall like that, or why it broke. The damn thing just did, and it wouldn’t stop. So…I let it fall. I mean what else could I do?
Braids are one of the prettiest hairstyles, in my opinion. Any kind of braid. In high school, I had my hair in two braids almost every day for a year. Now, when I grow my hair out, my goal is to be able to do that again. And I really wish I were talented enough to do French braids.
braids are for hair they are very popular riht now. mermaids celebrities braids are for little girls with flowers in their hair and bare feet. braid your hair when you’re bored, sick,, anything.
The long blonde braid runs down her back as she slowly walks forward. Stage fright takes over as she begins her valedictorian speech. She welcomes everyone, and, in her head, vows that no matter what, she needs to be confident and make this a speech to remember. She speaks about the times throughout high school when she felt alone but her friends came to rescue her. She speaks of the hard times and the fun ones. In the end, everyone applauds with tears in their eyes.
braid as in hair braid curling of the hair mostly girls hair to keep out of face or for style pretty for weddings and unique different types of braiding hair styles
“Come on, Lissa. Just this once?” Lissa Reynolds was having a sleepover, and her younder sister, Nina, wanted her hair braided before bread, like always. “You said that last night.” Lissa answered. Nina giggled. “Please?”
He touched her brais that was loosely falling out, her heart was racing and she had no idea about what was going to happen all she kneew was that she would never be this happy again. Never.
I already did this and I don’t know what you want me to write. Is there only one word per day or do I have to save this and then I can go onto another word?
Once upon a time there was a girl with a really long braid, much like a certain storybook character who shan’t be mentioned here for copyright purposes. Everyone stood in awe of her locks not simply because they were long, but also because they were colored a vibrant rainbow. The end.
I walked to the shop one day and walked past a beautiful young girl with a braid in her hair… She smiled at me, and I felt all the worries I had dragged around for months and months melt away in an instant. One human gift. A smile. It’s sometimes all we have.
Our love is a braid, a braid with wild curly red hair. An Irish braid, with beautiful tangles and twists. It’s not perfect but it’s ours and I love it as I love you.
When you braid my hair, I feel like I’m flying. When you brush it off my neck and criss cross it together. It’s a little gesture but it makes my day.
Braids are the ornament of a wonam’s head. They portray beauty and sweet disarray. A simple, long, blond, messy braid says that you are a carefree, but beautiful-beyond-words girl. It bespeaks wilderness. It helps to show a smile. Braids can be crazy, fun, clean-cut, simple, complex, creative, half-done, or down the back. However you wear your braid, it is sure to give a glimpse into your soul.
Braid are somwething to do with hair. Braids are mainly for girls but also can fit some guys. i wouldn’t reccomend them…but hey, thats your choice not mine. and braids can also be quite stylish.
I really like to braid my hair. It keeps my hair out of my face. There are many different types of braids, such as the fish tail braid and a french braid. I also braid other people’s hair. It looks very nice when it is done correctly. They are very easy to do. Braiding is a very unique concept.
When you braid your hair into two piggy tail braids, and sleep with it over night, your hair looks really cool in the morning when you take them out. I have only tried it once, and it didn’t turn out too well, but I have seen several friends do it, and it looks really good.
I remember when I was younger, in a time that was much easier. What I remember most is something my friends say is “odd, weird, etc”. I feel as though I’m being so stereotypical to the black race when I say it, but it’s true for me. During the summer, I’d go down to my aunt and uncle’s house. My mom would call me after breakfast to do my hair. The heat didn’t make it manageable, so she used to braid it, weaving designs, stories in her work, even if she and I were the only ones who understood it.
The butter braid was delicious. Emily didn’t know what was in it. She just knew it was amazing. The way the pastry flaked off in little pieces, the way the frosting stuck to her fingers, it was all an euphoric experience. She didn’t know how she survived before finding out about those amazing butter braid pastries. She must not have. She took another bite before reveling in the amazing taste.
I used to get my hair braided all the time.
I remember when I first got them done man
that was the most painful thing I had ever had
to withstand .. Im so glad i don’t get it done anymore
The wind wept across the valley, and the dust hid the far corners of her village. She was nearly of age, and would soon get to braid her hair in the elders fashion. The thing she was most looking forward to, was becoming a real member of society, not just a bystander that could easily be dismissed as a child.
i miss when my mom used to braid my hair. to this day if you ever want to put me to sleep in a hurry, say to ransack my awesome stamp collection, all youd have to do is lull me into a false security by braiding my hair …
I grasped the rough, coarse, thick braid. So gently done with a mother’s touch. Her hair was darker than her skin, a deep black that made me see into the history of Africa and think of a sweet chocolate. She was so much more than her appearance, but then again, aren’t we all?
I love to braid my hair, but everyone always copies what I do. I think girls that are already quite ugly look awful in a braid, it’s kinda funny to see. It pulls the hair away from your face so actually you should be prettier, I think I look fairly good in a braid. Where did the word originate from? Who knows. My favorite is the fishtail braid, Once someone told me they hate when girls wear two braids. Why does that make you look like a cowgirl?
i used to wish i could braid my hair, but it was never long enough. my sister had a braid so long, she would sit on it..and i was jealous. by the time my hair was long enough to braid, it was no longer cool to braid your hair. i want to braid my hair again, but again..its not long enough to look good.
I miss my hair. It’s gone, off to make a wig for an unfortunate cancer sufferer, like the ones my best friend wore before she died. I had phantom hair syndrome when I cut it off, so long ago I can’t remember. I miss being able to braid it, but I’m happy at the same time.
Her braid twisted artfully into a graceful spiral at the top of her head. It was woven with fresh flowers and ribbons. It gave her an amazing, sophisticated look that her mother had worked on for an hour.
She hated that look.
It reminds me of a hair braid. A book I read called The Westing Game. Turtle, the girl who always got her pigtails (braids) tugged on by people. My frenemy Olivia who wore braids at my softball pool party.
There is always the one person who can braid like nobody’s business and they make you look like you rubbed your head on the carpet before you left the house even if it took you hours to do.
I sat in front of my sister as she slowly combed my hair. She gently played with it until she finally tied it at the end. I looked in the miorror to see a lovely frech braid in my golden hair. I ran my fingers over it and it felt amazing. Silky bumps running from my forehead all the way down to my shoulderblades. i ran to my room and found a purple bow and tied it in my hair.
She ran her fingers through his silky soft brown hair and smiled as he let out a muted purr. She began humming as her fingers skillfully braided the long tresses. “Are you enjoying this, Jeremy?” She asked with a laugh as the purr became noticeably louder.
I miss being able to braid my hair. I’m actually really happy with my decision to cut off fifteen-some inches and donate it to a company that makes wigs for cancer patients, but being able to braid it is one thing I really miss. I’m growing it out again over the summer.
I used to wear my hair in a braid. Back when it was long and thin and frail, and I looked as if I had an oily bracelet in my hair. I’m so glad I chopped my hair off when I did. I would have looked so terrible by the time I was thirty.
Its been bothering me for a long time now that my hair seems to be unable or unwilling to look good.
So I made it discover braids.
Theres a side braid and a 4 braid and a fishtail braid and now my hair is happy,
and im happy because it looks better than it did, limp and borring a week ago.
I have been wearing my hair in braids since I was three. It’s a black girl thing you see. Say what you want about that but I will be the first and last to say it’s a black girl thing. I remember going to Ghana once when I was seven. Someone my mom grew up with saw her, saw me and invited me to sit on an overturned bucket in front of her dirt-road-side shop and she braided my hair with beads. I love Ghana.
I love braiding my hair now that I have this one pink highlight. I love the way the pink weaves in and out of the braid and how it only shows up sometimes. It’s fun guessing when the pink will show up again. Having this pink highlight is just more fun for me now. I love my hair :]
the braid of the poi was green and white – she felt just 5 years old, learning to plait the 4 strands together. Would she be the one the teacher helped? Would hers be pretty? Would she get it done at all? Someone else was ahead of her . . .
the hair seemed to flow faster as it seemed to unravel itself. I didn’t know why it had just seemed to fall like that, or why it broke. The damn thing just did, and it wouldn’t stop. So…I let it fall. I mean what else could I do?
Braids are one of the prettiest hairstyles, in my opinion. Any kind of braid. In high school, I had my hair in two braids almost every day for a year. Now, when I grow my hair out, my goal is to be able to do that again. And I really wish I were talented enough to do French braids.
braids are for hair they are very popular riht now. mermaids celebrities braids are for little girls with flowers in their hair and bare feet. braid your hair when you’re bored, sick,, anything.
The long blonde braid runs down her back as she slowly walks forward. Stage fright takes over as she begins her valedictorian speech. She welcomes everyone, and, in her head, vows that no matter what, she needs to be confident and make this a speech to remember. She speaks about the times throughout high school when she felt alone but her friends came to rescue her. She speaks of the hard times and the fun ones. In the end, everyone applauds with tears in their eyes.
i love to braid my cousins hair.
so soft
so fair.
i love to braid her hair.
its long
its strong
i love to braid my cousins hair.
braid as in hair braid curling of the hair mostly girls hair to keep out of face or for style pretty for weddings and unique different types of braiding hair styles
The truth is, I was never really able to braid hair that well :P
“Come on, Lissa. Just this once?” Lissa Reynolds was having a sleepover, and her younder sister, Nina, wanted her hair braided before bread, like always. “You said that last night.” Lissa answered. Nina giggled. “Please?”
The braid fell loosly against the girls neck as she watched the boys boys carelessly kicking around the football. Life seemed so simple at that point.
He touched her brais that was loosely falling out, her heart was racing and she had no idea about what was going to happen all she kneew was that she would never be this happy again. Never.
I already did this and I don’t know what you want me to write. Is there only one word per day or do I have to save this and then I can go onto another word?
Once upon a time there was a girl with a really long braid, much like a certain storybook character who shan’t be mentioned here for copyright purposes. Everyone stood in awe of her locks not simply because they were long, but also because they were colored a vibrant rainbow. The end.
I walked to the shop one day and walked past a beautiful young girl with a braid in her hair… She smiled at me, and I felt all the worries I had dragged around for months and months melt away in an instant. One human gift. A smile. It’s sometimes all we have.
Our love is a braid, a braid with wild curly red hair. An Irish braid, with beautiful tangles and twists. It’s not perfect but it’s ours and I love it as I love you.
When you braid my hair, I feel like I’m flying. When you brush it off my neck and criss cross it together. It’s a little gesture but it makes my day.
Braids are the ornament of a wonam’s head. They portray beauty and sweet disarray. A simple, long, blond, messy braid says that you are a carefree, but beautiful-beyond-words girl. It bespeaks wilderness. It helps to show a smile. Braids can be crazy, fun, clean-cut, simple, complex, creative, half-done, or down the back. However you wear your braid, it is sure to give a glimpse into your soul.
Braid are somwething to do with hair. Braids are mainly for girls but also can fit some guys. i wouldn’t reccomend them…but hey, thats your choice not mine. and braids can also be quite stylish.
I really like to braid my hair. It keeps my hair out of my face. There are many different types of braids, such as the fish tail braid and a french braid. I also braid other people’s hair. It looks very nice when it is done correctly. They are very easy to do. Braiding is a very unique concept.
When you braid your hair into two piggy tail braids, and sleep with it over night, your hair looks really cool in the morning when you take them out. I have only tried it once, and it didn’t turn out too well, but I have seen several friends do it, and it looks really good.
I remember when I was younger, in a time that was much easier. What I remember most is something my friends say is “odd, weird, etc”. I feel as though I’m being so stereotypical to the black race when I say it, but it’s true for me. During the summer, I’d go down to my aunt and uncle’s house. My mom would call me after breakfast to do my hair. The heat didn’t make it manageable, so she used to braid it, weaving designs, stories in her work, even if she and I were the only ones who understood it.
The butter braid was delicious. Emily didn’t know what was in it. She just knew it was amazing. The way the pastry flaked off in little pieces, the way the frosting stuck to her fingers, it was all an euphoric experience. She didn’t know how she survived before finding out about those amazing butter braid pastries. She must not have. She took another bite before reveling in the amazing taste.
I used to get my hair braided all the time.
I remember when I first got them done man
that was the most painful thing I had ever had
to withstand .. Im so glad i don’t get it done anymore
What is braid ? Certainly a mixture of brain and mermaid ….
The wind wept across the valley, and the dust hid the far corners of her village. She was nearly of age, and would soon get to braid her hair in the elders fashion. The thing she was most looking forward to, was becoming a real member of society, not just a bystander that could easily be dismissed as a child.
i miss when my mom used to braid my hair. to this day if you ever want to put me to sleep in a hurry, say to ransack my awesome stamp collection, all youd have to do is lull me into a false security by braiding my hair …
Hair. Bracelets. Horses. Rope.
I grasped the rough, coarse, thick braid. So gently done with a mother’s touch. Her hair was darker than her skin, a deep black that made me see into the history of Africa and think of a sweet chocolate. She was so much more than her appearance, but then again, aren’t we all?
I love to braid my hair, but everyone always copies what I do. I think girls that are already quite ugly look awful in a braid, it’s kinda funny to see. It pulls the hair away from your face so actually you should be prettier, I think I look fairly good in a braid. Where did the word originate from? Who knows. My favorite is the fishtail braid, Once someone told me they hate when girls wear two braids. Why does that make you look like a cowgirl?