
I remember as a little girl, my mom would pull out a big container of all white heart-shaped beads. She didn’t even have to say anything because I already knew what time it was: Hair Time. After washing, conditioning, and detangling my hair she would braid me up and slide a bunch of white beads on my ends to protect my hair. Every hair time wasn’t perfect or fun, but I do remember my mom asking me to count out a certain number of beads for each braid. I was her little helper and it made me … [Read more...]

