Saturday, December 20, 2008
All Banged Up
I got bangs. Not sure why. Needed a change I guess, but I wasn't ready to cut my hair off and I'd never be brave enough to dye it a different color. That leaves bangs. Wasn't sure if I liked them at first. Okay, my first thought upon seeing my new forehead fringe was to wonder how long it would take to grow them out. And I had to let Snook pour water, no joke, on my professionally hair-dried, professionally flat-ironed head, before she would accept them. No comment on #1's initial reaction. What is it about husbands and kids that make them want you to never change your look from the day they met you? But now I'm thinking maybe they're okay. Maybe this will even be my new look-for-life. I could forever be known as "Heidi, you know, bangs." I don't know. Who cares? It's just hair. They're just bangs. The more important question is: Am I in good company?