Don’t you hate when you fall victim to trends? I am pretty sure everyone I know is getting bangs these days.
Bangs. Yes, the short little annoying pieces of hair that lay on your forehead and drive you bananas! Those bangs.
So, like any 30 year old woman trying to be “cool”, I thought I wanted bangs too. I mean, come on….EVERYONE’S doing it!
Let me give you a glimpse in to my not so brilliant brain.
Monday (as in 3 days ago): I decided I wanted bangs.
5 minutes later I scheduled an appointment at a salon in town. Not my normal hair lady that has been doing my hair for 10+ years, but at a WHOLE new salon. One that I had never been to.
You see, I figured MY hair stylist would have quickly talked me out of it. Rightfully so. My theory was…if I go to someone new, they won’t have any reason to talk me out of it.
Appointment scheduled for Wednesday at noon. Happy dance in my head.
Tuesday: I hey tell some of my friends asking their opinion. They all give me the big thumbs up! I knew my idea was ingenious!
Wednesday: I wake up COMPLETELY excited that for the first time in 10 years I am going to CHANGE my hair style! I may be a new woman in a few hours. I didn’t even tell my husband because I didn’t want him to talk me out of it.
Noon. The appointment.
I convinced the new hair stylist that I needed bangs. She didn’t try to talk me out of it. I wasn’t on the fence though…I was dead set on leaving the salon with bangs.
She begins cutting them. I begin panicking. I just kept watching in the mirror thinking “OH MY GAWD what I have I done to myself!”
Suddenly, my brilliant idea was turning in to a freak out moment.
She styles my hair. I smile and act like I am loving the new hair.
I leave and get in my car spending at least 7 minutes trying to “fix” them in my car mirror. No luck. The tears begin to flow. I quickly talk myself out of the ridiculous crying.
Thoughts in my head: “Just wait till you get home Mandy. You can fix them yourself and it will probably look fine.”
I spend the rest of my Wednesday wondering how long it will take me to grow them out. Maybe I could just wear a paper bag over my head until then?
I try to focus on the positive…I like the color. I like everything else. It’s just these d*** bangs that are about to make me want to shave my head. Whoa would that be an EVEN worse idea.
Thursday: I wake up a 5:30am EXCITED to get in the shower and see if I can work my own magic with these stupid short pieces of hair. Pathetic that I was so stoked to get in the shower. But this was my chance. My chance to see if I was going to hate looking in the mirror for the next 8 months or if I would get over it.
So….I fixed it myself. I must admit it looks much better than yesterday. I don’t blame the new stylist in any way. I mean. She was only doing what I MADE HER DO!
I am at least feeling like they are tolerable today. I don’t HATE them. HATE is such a strong word. And yes, yesterday, I hated them. Today…I am indifferent.
I am hoping once I am use to them that I will like them.
By the way, the next time I get some bright idea to do something drastic PLEASE talk me out of it. Or at least tell me to think about it longer than 5 minutes!
ps I dislike all you adorable girls with cute little bangs that made me think it would look good on me.