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July 13th, 2017

7/13/2017

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As you can see, I've worn my hair with bangs cut in for quite some time now.  Years actually.   But every once in awhile, it's time to change things up.  Sometimes it's with intention, other times sheer laziness. This time I think it was inspired by laziness.  Usually I trim my bangs myself between hair appointments.  I had an appointment yesterday and realized as I sat in the chair that this time, I had not.  On a whim I said to my long suffering but wonderful hairstylist, "Let's grow out the bangs".  

Over my many years, I've worn my hair a thousand different ways (and colours) both with and without bangs.  My hair is naturally very straight and babyfine so you would think that there wouldn't be too many different options. You would be wrong.   In my lifetime, my hair has been so long that I could tuck it under my butt when I sat down and so short that I looked like a little boy.  My hair has been short and spiky with the help of some  product and it's been so curly I looked more like a little sheep than a little girl.  I've had it permed though  never successfully. I've slept in hair pins and plastic rollers and soup cans.  I've used hot rollers and flat irons.  I worn it pony-tailed, pig-tailed and braided.  And  remembered all of these different things vividly but somehow, I always manage to develop amnesia when it comes to remembering the aggravation of growing out bangs.

First of all, why is it that I can never make my hair look as good as my hairstylist does.  Yes, okay, to be fair she is a professional and does  this for a living. Fair enough. But after all these years, you would think that I would be at least a little better at it than I am.  So, here I am immediately after leaving the salon yesterday.

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She swept the bangs over to the side.....and they stayed there!  Incredible!  It's like magic.  Then I get home and back to work.  I did lots of my usual stuff, y'know, just normal housey things, laundry, dishes, cleaning, picking up deadfall in the yard (there were storms while we were away),  and then came in to wash up and noticed in the mirror that already, my hair was in my eyes.  Maybe this isn't going to work.

No I'm determined.  I am going to grow out these bangs. So I played with it a little bit. What can I do to make this work?  Well barrettes are always an option, clips,  jeweled hair pins, hair bands and...and...and...  there are no other options other than lots of hairspray I suppose. And I resist the hairspray/gel option. I just do not like the way it feels or looks.  One of the rules I lay down for any new hairstylist is: no hair that looks like a hat, a wig or a helmet.  In other words, no hairglue.
Yuck, not the hair band, that one is pretty awful.  

There is always the, just let the hair fall in my eyes option I suppose, but it makes me blink a lot. Or the head twitch.  Oh you know the one, the sudden slight shake of the head toward one side hoping the hair will move back where it belongs.  I'm sure you have seen that one if you've never actually had to perform that move.  It's not pretty.

Of course I wear glasses which actually helps.  It creates a sort of perimeter barrier for the hair.  Thou shalt not pass!  Except, of course, some of it falls in my eyes anyway.  And the hair gets caught in the hinge and breaks off so there will always be a few shorter pieces. Forever and ever, amen, amen.

I'm such a tidy person by nature, that this flies in the face of everything I am.  This sort of disarray  takes me completely out of my comfort zone.  And unless I give in, I will have to live with it anyway, until it all grows out. ARGH! What was I thinking? 

Well, I've made the decision to do this. Now I have to make the further decision to live with it.   And I will.  Right up until the day in the future when I tell my stylist, "Let's cut in some bangs".  Some people never learn.
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