If my records are accurate, this is my first weave sighting in Forest Park. Which means one of two things: I don't go there often enough, or people are keeping a close watch on their weaves there.
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.
