Nostalgic Beauty Ritual: My Mom French Braided My Hair

Plus: a very enthusiastic lotion recommendation from my dad.
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Plus: a very enthusiastic lotion recommendation from my dad.

I went to Maryland over the weekend to attend my sister's wedding reception, fully expecting to make an article out of how her makeup artist did up her face. Unfortunately, the morning of the reception, I was informed that there wasn't enough room in the car for a journalist.

I resigned myself to the fact that I would have no material to write about for xoVain during my brief trip. But then, the morning after the wedding, as I was packing to train it back to New York (shout out to my girl Acela), my mom said, "Why don't I French braid your hair?"

I could not think of a reason why she shouldn't.

My parents, who'd driven up from Florida, and I were staying in a guest suite in the apartment building where my sister's ex-husband (and all-around great dude), David, lives (and where my niece and nephew live part-time). In the short time I'd been there, I had already regressed into several childhood behaviors, like relying on my mom to wake me up and rolling my eyes at my dad when he insisted Celine Dion is the greatest singer in the history of the world. It was only natural that I'd let my mom do my hair as she had so many times when I was a kid.

Also, I can't French braid my own hair. SORRY, ANNIE, WE'RE NOT ALL BRAID GENIUSES.

So, yeah, even though I had puffy morning-after-a-party eyes--and by "eyes" I mean face--I asked my dad to take pictures of my mom braiding my hair. All of the pictures were blurry, but not blurry enough to hide that I should've still been sleeping.

As comforting and nostalgic as it was to have my mother braiding my hair, I couldn't hide my disappointment over the Zimmerman verdict. I'm scowling at the CNN coverage in this picture.

As comforting and nostalgic as it was to have my mother braiding my hair, I couldn't hide my disappointment over the Zimmerman verdict. I'm scowling at the CNN coverage in this picture.

Even though my mother doesn't braid her own hair, she hadn't forgotten how to braid mine. It's like riding a hairy bicycle.

It was a bit sloppy, but we decided it was messy on purpose.

Hello from Bethesda!

Hello from Bethesda!

And here it is from the side.

One of the reasons I almost never wear my hair up/back: attached earlobes.

One of the reasons I almost never wear my hair up/back: attached earlobes.

And from the back.

Other reason: my back has been breaking out lately.

Other reason: my back has been breaking out lately.

The braid was totally fine for train travel, but the caption-aforementioned insecurities started bothering me and took it down.

No offense, Mom. I love you and appreciate the effort.

No offense, Mom. I love you and appreciate the effort.

So as much as I loved the bonding time with Mom, I was reminded that I look better with my hair down at parties than I do with it braided the morning after.

Proof. Also, my sister.

Proof. Also, my sister.

Oh, by the way: My dad wants you to know that you should buy Curel Itch Defense. "I hate lotion, but I love this stuff."

Curel Itch Defense: Winner of the Norman Zitner Beauty Awards.

Curel Itch Defense: Winner of the Norman Zitner Beauty Awards.

When's the last time your mom braided your hair? Are you a self-sufficient French-braider? What's your dad's favorite lotion?