Yesterday I had the unexpected opportunity to take a long hot shower and go on a dinner date with DW. It felt good to clean up a little and have a reason to put something on other than a pair of sweat pants. I also decided to actually dry and style my hair rather than put it in the usual wet knot on top of my head. But as I stood in front of the mirror, it struck me that I really needed a bang trim.
Thank goodness for Pinterest. Scrolling through many saved tutorials and pictures, I found the most perfect bang trimming explanation. In fact, I decided to cut spectacular thick, fringy bangs that would look breathtakingly sexy. DW would certainly be in awe of my splendor and money-saving decision.
I should never be trusted with a pair of scissors, especially when I am home alone and have unscheduled time on my hands.
And Pinterest is evil.
It was not sexy and ended up costing a lot of money today to have it fixed. And yet, when DW came home, he politely said, “You look great“.
Gawd love him.
My hair and I have always had a love/hate relationship. In fact, there have been so many changes in color and style, that during my brother’s rehearsal dinner slide-show, one of his friends said,
“Those were really great pictures, but I’m surprised your mom would include so many pictures of ex-girlfriends,”
To which my brother responded,
“Those weren’t girl friends. Those were all pictures of my sister.”
I was a little curious to see exactly how many changes I have had in just the last 10 years, actually. After finding a mere ELEVEN different haircuts and colors, I decided it was time to put my search to rest. There is undoubtedly an immense number, maybe even enough to put together my own hair design book of ideas. I can’t even imagine if I were to dig all the way back to my high school years. No wonder my brother’s friend was so confused. I think my own family gets confused.
You’ll have to wait a little while for an updated picture of my newest hairstyle. I need to get used to it, and maybe put some makeup on. Good thing my husband didn’t marry me for my hair.