Texas turned out to be over 80 degree F . Head wrapping was not so high on my needs list after all.
Back home, I returned to Group Groove , a hiphop dance workout class I get to any week I can. Go ahead and click on that link, you'll see what my inner flygirl thinks I look like . To the untrained eye at the gym, though, I look like a dork. Best thing about being me now? I really don't care what I look like while I dance. I always leave laughing and aerobically fortified. Or depleted, whatever. My wardrobe is way not hiphop cool. For months I've been sure that if I could tweak my look, I'd surely dance better.Last week I figured out what I needed: a head wrap. A non-wooly headwrap
I only used half a skein to make this last 88 stitch, narrower than the pattern calls for