Katya decided to comb my hair, beachy style. (Note:*not* Beachy Amish.) Here is her tutorial.
Begin with second-day hair. Separate the hair into the semblance of three sections.
Work your hands back and forth rapidly, creating something that is a cross between a regular three-strand braid and a rope braid. Scowling helps.
When to the end, run quickly for a hairband. Have your big sister help you with the hairband technique, and voila! Beachy hair, a-la Katya. Note: Use plenty of hairspray, you’ll need it.
I was touched with her efforts, even if they only lasted *maybe* five minutes. I need to figure out how to teach her to braid. Katya is rather–intent, about hair. Always playing with it. She’ll even pull out a strand of her own and twist it in her hands, when she’s not angry. When angry or frustrated, she sometimes tries to pull out handfuls of it. We direct her to more appropriate means of expressing her frustration. Poor kid.
(P.S. This picture was taken a few days ago. The spot is bigger now.)