Bantu Knots Hairstyle Novels & Stories

It wasn’t fair. My hair had been put up in a low bun, with a braid which was entwined with a hair vine and sparkly gems scattered around it. Although I had wanted my hair open, Zarian had immediately said it was a bad idea. My hair wasn’t that bad but he refused to change his mind, saying to trust him.

Her long, luscious red locks were pulled up into a high ponytail. Baltasar was dressed casually in a white t-shirt that had a lion logo on the chest pocket, dark blue jeans, and white pumas. Kyra was sporting a yellow tube top with gold swirl designs on it that came down above her navel. She completed the outfit with a matching pair of Capri pants and flat sole, gold thonged sandals.

I turned to the side, seeing the curve of my ass and my bare back. Hair up or hair down? I used my hands to move my hair into a make-shift bun, tilting my head as I watched myself carefully. Hair up. I picked up my brush and proceeded to put my hair into a high bun, allowing my neck and collarbones to be bare. I chose silver medium sized hoops to add some life into the look, deciding on not wearing any necklace.

A few test jumps, and I'm confident I won't embarrass myself. The next issue to tackle is the wild mess on my head. My hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, hangs just past my waist and freestyles into a mess that makes me impossible to miss. I blame not having a mother to teach me the nuances of styling this atrocity. But, thankfully, I've learned some tricks over the years of wrestling my wild locs. I choose one of three methods to tame my hair into a more conservative style: a subtle braid rolled into a tight bun at the nape of my neck.

The entire look is simple, pretty, and slightly bohemian - and it suits her perfectly. "Have you decided what you want to do with your hair yet?" I ask her as I tuck the zipper away beneath the lace. "I might need your help," she tells me, grabbing her phone and pulling up a picture. "I have some ribbon we can use." The photo she shows me features a messy bun of waves with a lacy ribbon woven through it - a style that will look gorgeous with the natural texture of Lou's hair. "That will look beautiful on you," I tell her. "Between the two of us, I think we can figure it out."

The young girl of about 5 years sat still on the wooden chair as the woman's finger walked around her thick afro hair. Cutting some hair apart, she braided them downwards and let the dark braids fall on the girl's neck. She was making a popular hairstyle"All Back". She cut out another part of the young girl's hair and swiftly but carefully braided the hair downwards. Her fingers were strong yet soft on the young girl's scalp which made her very comfortable with having her mother make her hair.

It wasn't something I was willing to admit to anyone. When I remained silent, Venita sought an answer from Sasha. "Baby, Mr. Kurt wants to do your hair. Is that okay with you?" She directed the question to our daughter, leaving the final decision in her hands. Sasha’s head snapped up and she beamed. “Yes! I want lots of braids, like all the cool kids in school. Do you know how to make a nice style?" I tried not to laugh at Sasha’s babbling and failing. She sat down on the bed and I began the process. As soon as the hair was done, she jumped in excitement, thanking me.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

I turned to the side, seeing the curve of my ass and my bare back. Hair up or hair down? I used my hands to move my hair into a makeshift bun, tilting my head as I watched myself carefully. Hair up. I picked up my brush and proceeded to put my hair into a high bun, allowing my neck and collarbones to be bare. I chose silver medium sized hoops to add some life into the look, deciding on not wearing any necklace.

I hear Suzanne, the hairstylist says aloud before she starts combing my hair to detangle any knots that have formed due to being in a bun. After combing my hair she spritzes on some texturizing spray all over my hair to give it some hold. Then she parts the hair down in the middle. After that, she picks up a 2-inch section of hair from right next to the right side of the parting. She splits the section into 3 strands and starts doing dutch braiding by flipping the side strands under the middle strands. She adds more hair into the braid with each subsequent stitch. Then she secures the braid the back of my head with some bobby pins. She does the same process with the left side of parting too