(I worry that the more I put this word out there on the interwebs, the more the NSA will be a'watchin me. Oh wells!)
I found these awesome headbands on some random site, and I was determined to make them for myself, my sis, my cousin, and any other human who was interested. This craft was especially simple which made it all the more realistic that I would actually complete this craft. A few yards of jersey fabric and/or a few old tshirts, a couple folds/loop throughs/fabric smoothing, and my new headband was born!! They slightly resemble a turban. Initially, the group concluded that we would call them "turbuns", as the headband is a perfect compliment to a good 'ol messy bun. But then we started to joke that I had found this craft on www.taliban.com (hi, NSA!) and then we started to call them the "talibun". It took off! We made talibuns for all the gals, swept our hair into messy buns, and my new weekend hair was decided.
However, my friend mike still needs some convincing. He said the Talibun is not allowed in our marriage bed. Whaaaa???
I wore it to the grocery store the next day and I sort of expected to be so bombarded by compliments that I would have to set up a make-shift stand in the parking lot to take orders. Not so much. That might be because I started to frequent the Sprouts that all the grumpy old ladies go to.
Anyhow, I look forward to incorporating the Talibun into my life and I also hope that Mike can find room in his heart for my new craft.
I present: The Talibun Gang!
Then, check out this tummy-time pro!
And heck, how about a sleeping baby pic just for the fun of it:



I don't understand what Mike's problem is?! These are cute!
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