Should I return to my Soul Roots?

Some of you know about the time in my life when I was just a young little gal creeping up on her 10th birthday. The only thing I wanted for this milestone of an age was to have my entire head braided, complete with beads. Then, after the braiding sesh, I wanted to go to the local ice-skating rink, complete with profesh ice-skating garb.

Was I an ice-skater? No.
Did I have soul? Clearly.

So I got my wish.
My mother looked up the nearest salon that catered to the "African American decent" {I kid you not} and I sat in a chair for 4 hours watching my dream unfold, braid by braid.
I donned that 'do for the entire summer.
And let's just say, it was the best summer of my life.

Anyway, this was probably one of the first childhood stories I told The Dizzle when we first started dating and he's held it closely to his heart ever since.
Because clearly, he's got soul too.

So fast forward to Thailand, 2013.

Basically any massage station you come across here, they have a creepy little mannequin head with its hair braided as a marketing tool for tourists to get their head braided as well.

And clearly this "marketing tool" has been working because for the last two weeks I've been seeing tourists (mostly under the age of 7) donning a sassy head of hair.

And let's just say, I may or may not be slightly jealous.

The ThaiDizzle has been practically begging me to do it so I can recreate the magic, circa 1996.
Buuuuuuut, I don't know. I mean, I'm 26 now. That just seems silly, right? Plus, I have layers and then I'd probably need to get a do-rag so as to keep it in its most pristine condition. It just seems like it'd be a bigger hassle than its worth.

Sigh.

I probably won't do it. But don't be completely surprised if you see some soul filled braids blowing up your Instagram feed sometime in the next two weeks.

xoxo

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Yeah, I said "phat". <--Soul, remember?