Sometimes I think my life would be so much better if I could do a semi-decent fishtail braid on myself. That braid has magical qualities. Hot vampires would profess their love for me. I’d get so many compliments at uni that I’d end up getting sick of smiling graciously. I think this (deluded) thought stems from seeing my favourite fictional characters with better lives and better wardrobes looking beautiful with their hair all done up. Like Elena in 4×07 of The Vampire Diaries (the episode I just watched), or Serena in Gossip Girl for some episode I can’t remember… Ugh they just look so good all the time!!!!!!!
Whenever I attempt a fishtail on myself, it looks like a double-helix spewing out stray hairs. It’s passable, but really nothing to inspire it’s own German(?) hair tutorial.
Seriously. That braid says to people, “I’m better than you. I look good. I have a professional stylist, so go get me some Starbucks.”