My grandmother was a dignified, hard working woman and this photo is how I remember her. You can't see that she's wearing sturdy "old lady" black shoes, stockings, and a dress. Always. She's probably in her early 50s in this photo.
When we visited my grandparents for a week each summer, we usually got a big treat. Just once each time we could get up early in the morning and come downstairs to their bedroom to watch Grandmother brush her long hair (down to her waist) and put it into one or two braids.
It was such a strange vision of our dignified grandma. She was transported into a young girl in our minds--long braids, glasses off, and wearing a long, flannel night gown.
Then we would watch her pin it up, twisting two braids around her head, or one braid into the bun you see in this photo.
When she reached her 70s she cut her hair and would go regularly for a wash and set with a "blue rinse." LOL. She was a widow by then. I admire her tenacity in learning to drive in her 60s after my grandfather died. Her sons taught her.
But I digress. As to the viewing of braids, I'd choose a braid connected
any day over one cut off and lying in an old chest.