Sometimes I do dumb things.
Like hormonally cut bangs into my hair.
The FLOTUS and I for sure have something in common…we take our feelings out on our hair. Her bangs resulted from a mid life crisis and I think my resulted from pure insanity.
I often take out my feeling on my hair. Usually I never get the nerve to cut so I normally bounce between being a blonde or a brunette. But I don’t like the “Oh!! You dyed your hair!! Wow! I never imagined you as a blonde/brunette.” I also don’t like that all of my pictures through life are dotted with me being beach blonde or brunette….that probably doesn’t make any sense to anyone but me.
It is hard for me not to see myself as both. I was blonde naturally until I was 16 years old then my hair went cray and went from blonde and straight to brown and crazy curly. So for over half my life I have been blonde but I am naturally a brunette.
Any ways…I digress.
But this time the boys took an abnormally long nap…the house was clean…and saw a cute picture of bangs on Pinterest.
And that was it. I cut over a years worth of growing my last attempt of bangs out. My hair grows SLOOOOW.
Loved them for all of 20 minutes.
Then immediately hated them.
Kevin got home and I couldn’t even look at him.
I felt like I looked 9 years old.
He assured me they were cute and he really liked them.
I still am not sold.
They actually annoy me. I don’t like hair in my face. So what did I do…I added an entire row right across my head of hair IN MY FACE.
Yep…I make a lot of sense.
I always do things like this when I am not happy with something I can control, like my weight, medical problems with myself or others, house problems, Kevin’s work problems, life drama…so having all those problems at once…the odds were really stacked against me.
I guess I should be happy it only resulted in bangs and not a Brittney Spears shaved head melt down.