Prepare yourselves. You are about to be blown away by my…funk! Blame it on the pregnancy, if you don’t mind.
I headed out the door SANS ENFANTS to my hair appointment this morning. I was on a mission. To get a new look. As much as a new look is possible when one cannot buy new clothing that doesn’t have a stretchy waist band or one of those icky bows that hug your back. But I digress.
My hairdo was getting a little hairdon’t for my liking, and so I asked my stylist to funk it up a notch. We have plans, my hair and I, and today’s appointment was merely Phase I of the whole. Today, my friends, I got bangs. BANGS! I know, it can be a scary thought. I’ve had my share of bad bang experiences. (Hair, people. Git yo mind out tha guttah!) Like this:
The spikey bangs
Why you should never cut your own bangs
Wanting to impress the boys with my coolness
Swept away for high school graduation – getting a bit better
5 years later and still the same for convocation. Ain’t I classy?
Phase II will be a bit more complex, and I will have to wait a few months before I can do it. It involves a little colour and a lot more length. Happy!Happy!Joy!Joy!
You may now resume your more important readings and doings. My bangs and I thank you for your interest.