My DD Zannah with her sweet dollie.

Tracy Ann Digital Art: Summer Song,
Storyboards 1,
fonts are aka frivolity, brentonscrawl type, 1942 report.

It was a long week, but the
reward came on Friday. We got
an appointment for Susannah to
have African braids put in,
which include large amounts
of hair extensions. Her natural
hair tends to be brittle and
break off easily, which is a
constant source of frustration
for her very white mother who
had to learn how to properly
care for African-American hair.

Although I did my best, as she
got older she wanted to "do"
her own hair more and more,
but was at that in-between
age where she was too old for
me to be monitoring her every
hair-move, but too young to
really understand why she
couldn't just yank the rubber
bands out when it was time for
a shower, as that would damage
it. The young lady who
patiently and carefully
braided Sus's hair also gave
us a lot of tips on hair care,
especially what not to do. If
all goes well we would like to
repeat the cornrows every
couple of months, thus giving
Sus's natural hair a chance to
grow out. I'm not supposed to
say it, but the best benefit
of the African braiding is that
I don't have to fool with her
hair for weeks to come.

Now, if we could just do a bit
to manage dollie's untamed


tfl, susan