For months, I have been drooling over the braided hairstyles spotted on the red carpets and runways. I fumbled with my at-home attempts to braid my locks and ended up looking more Pippi Longstocking than Jessica Alba. From my cousin in LA I heard about the concept of a “braid bar” and that one had opened in NYC. On Friday afternoon I headed to the John Barrett Salon at Bergdorf Goodman, chose from a book of styles, and in twenty-five minutes I had my double French up-do. I kept it in from Friday until Sunday night (though I could have gone another day at least) through 2 showers (with shower cap), 1 Physique 57 workout, 2 nights of sleep (sort of sleep, frankly, it was hard to sleep with all those bobby pins), a 2-hour car ride, and 2 toddlers’ birthday parties. And just like that a new $45 obsession was born.