A single cornrow-like braid. Except you can't call it a cornrow when there's nothing on either side, right? I still think it's sweet. I've always loved french braiding and while I realize the upcoming years will present many dozens of opportunities for the learning curve to take a significant swoop upward, this was a good place to start. It also negates the occasional "clip war" as I so kindly phrase the battle between Mama and babe, at the end of a long day when all she (the babe that is) wants to rip out her clip.
The true triumph in this little hair style is the fact that she sat still long enough for my fingers to work through.
A little bonus to boot? It's been in for 48 hours (two naps and two log nights' sleeps) and is still holding strong.
It's a start.