My cousins were here visiting after some, 14 years I think. And like most visits, there’s always a henna “session” where all the girls (mostly) just gather at someone’s place and have henna applied on their hands. Except, this time it was after a party. I did it for my cousin and her daughter. My other cousin did it for my baby sister and my baby sister did it for my niece (a flower + sun on one hand, and a super cute car on the other). Unfortunately, I don’t have the photos for the henna designs that day right now.

But since then, I’ve been applying it on my mom, my sister (albeit forcibly) and myself.

I really do love this nameless henna brand. It’s a shame I can’t get it anywhere else other than this boutique that’s about 30 mins away. It dyes the deepest red and has a really nice fragrance. The best part is that the color gets darker as the hours and days go by until you’re plain scared by the near-black design that’s dyed into your skin.

And I have photos (have you noticed how I love posting photos?). All of them redirect to my flickr account.

… And apparently, this is all the time I can spare on *this* break. I must escape the death glare.