They like to loosen tight braids.
We firmly oppose braids, wearing hats and playing sticks.
This mystery woman was found with a perfectly preserved skull and traditional Moche braids intact.
Each of their hair was done up in braids, except for Trevor who grew his hair long.
Once they were so close we could hear the bells tinkling in their braids, and sometimes at night their fires could be seen beyond the eastern hills.
She will do the whole “Wizard of Oz” for them from the beginning, and the man will paint her skin so it’s bright, not brown, and make her hair smooth and in braids so she looks like the real Dorothy.
Now look at your braids!
The girl twisted her braids of hair on the head.
The light touched to russet the rings of dark hair escaping from her braids, and made her pale face paler.
Long braids hanging down, a blue flower on head, its fragrance spreads on farm girls' cheeks, while it blossoms fully in boys' hearts.
A long strand of hair appeared underneath the hat. They were first plaited into a single plait. Then he twisted into a few big braids and then coiled up, like a rush of grass on a basket.
She braids her hair in little tails.
Pull your hair back tight, stack two braids on top of your head.
Sydney-born photographer Julian Wolkenstein teamed up with a famous hair-stylist to whip the horses into 3 hairstyles - braids, curls and neat bangs.
This is the stills Oh, Ny wearing blue sportswear, bar a small group of braids is God horse?Even if such shabby shape, to the faithful feel that Ny is lovely over it?
The girl has long blond braids.
And I bought these butterfly clips so that you can use it and clip the braids back.
The girl was sleeping soundly, her two braids on her head had been scattered during the day, and she sprinkled them on the snow-white pillow towel like black silk satin, but her face was red as apples, and the three colors blended into a natural beauty without any artificial decoration.
Why couldn’t one of the dolls have a little short afro , or shorter braids or something?
She wore her hair in braids and smiled dreamily into the camera to learn about writer Toni Morrison, and donned a top hat to copy dancer, singer, and actress Josephine Baker.
The ropes of her braids tickled my neck, which meant that she was nodding to him: Go on.
Her braids hung down on her shoulders.
She braids my hair.
The wrinkled man, shiny braids reaching down his back, is dripping with turquoise jewelry.
They were lined up in his workshop according to size, with the thinnest as thin as my pinky and the widest as thick as one of Hattie’s braids.
His sister stands behind him, dressed in the genderless garb associated with workers and cadre members, only her braids suggesting her own youth, innocence, and gender.
