the other day i mentioned to my husband about needing to get my hair cut. nothing dramatic, but a good, old face-frame since it's getting too long and hanging in my face. he suggested bangs. i looked at him and said, matter-of-factly, "i have a theory about bangs."
it's true.
and it's simple - on me, bangs are better in theory than in actuality. they look perfectly awesome on other people and i think, "bangs would be good. very good. the hair won't hang in my face, it'll look cute with a headband..." and then i get bangs.
and i.hate.them.on.me.
they hang in my face anyway, when i work out. i can't style them right because my hair either frizzes in the summer or flattens completely in the winter. in short: bangs look stupid on me. and my love of bangs goes away instantly. over time, as my hair grows out, i forget how frustrated i get with bangs because, when my hair gets super-long again, i start thinking, "bangs would be a good idea."
NO. no, no, no! they never are.
of course, my husband looked at me like i was insane as i pontificated my theory.
and perhaps i am. but, then again, he knew i had a little crazy in me anyway, when he married me. right, honey?
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2 comments:
don't be afraid of a little bangs!
:)
Lauren
i am seriously considering the bang thing. i need to think this through a little more i guess :)
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