Beautifying a friend
Today, I had to plait my roommate’s hair, and everything would have gone smoothly if she had brought new wool. But she came with old, rough wool, which made things way harder than expected. We had to rub cream on each strand just to make it usable. After two hours, my fingers were red and sore from twisting.
What started as a simple task quickly turned frustrating when we realized, after four hours, we had barely made progress. The wool was tough, and it kept tangling, slowing us down. I was feeling so tired, but we couldn’t give up halfway.
I had no choice but to call in help. Our neighbors, who were better at plaiting, came to the rescue. They helped us rush through the rest of the hair, but even with extra hands, it was still a long process. At that point, we just wanted to finish before nightfall.
Finally, after hours of twisting, pulling, and cream-rubbing, we were done. It had taken way longer than expected, and we finished by 11 a.m. It was exhausting, but we laughed about it afterward, grateful to have gotten through it.
What started as a simple task quickly turned frustrating when we realized, after four hours, we had barely made progress. The wool was tough, and it kept tangling, slowing us down. I was feeling so tired, but we couldn’t give up halfway.
I had no choice but to call in help. Our neighbors, who were better at plaiting, came to the rescue. They helped us rush through the rest of the hair, but even with extra hands, it was still a long process. At that point, we just wanted to finish before nightfall.
Finally, after hours of twisting, pulling, and cream-rubbing, we were done. It had taken way longer than expected, and we finished by 11 a.m. It was exhausting, but we laughed about it afterward, grateful to have gotten through it.
