T-Shirt Headband

A few weeks ago Alena and I went to another Thrice concert (on their farewell tour...how sad...), and the shirt I was wearing got a hole in it, as well as a giant stain on it from standing in the front row next to the gates that kept me from storming the stage (which also gave me a really cool bruise on my rib cage). Anyway, I couldn't just part with this shirt--it had so much meaning. Obviously.

So I made it into a head band. I know, I'm getting craftier and craftier by the hour.

Here it is on my head

I guess you can't see it very well, but it's doing its job at holding back my hair, and that's what matters.

1.  I cut the shirt up into strips. All the internet things told me to make the strips the same width and blah blah blah, I don't own a ruler. I just cut. They were really jagged and different widths and uneven, but whatevs. It worked. I also cut them so they weren't in a circle anymore. 
2. I pulled on the strips until they curled into themselves.
3. Then I took five of the strips and decided I was going to braid them. I didn't actually know how to do that, so I turned to the trusty interwebz and they told me how to here.
4. I tied one end of the strips together and because I didn't have any tape, I shut the tied end knot into a drawer and it worked just fine. 
5. Then I braided.
6. And I braided.
7. And I braided until I looked at it and thought "that's about the size of my head methinks."
8. So I took it out of the drawer and wrapped it around my head in a headband like fashion, and tied it.
9. Then I cut off the lose ended (but still leave enough to tie and untie it later--it's going to stretch and it'd be a shame to have all that braiding go to waste. Oh, and don't cut your hair on accident). 
10. And then I picked Shane up from work and he was S-O impressed with my crafty, crafty skills. 

I like the way the braid looks a lot. That's also a big tupperware filled with the kitchen stuff I never got to unpack because my current roommates have so much, and most of it I'm told doesn't even belong to anyone. So Sam and Chels, when you come back to me, we're cleaning. And we're cleaning good. 

And that, my ladies, is how it is done.