So I’d like to apologize for the dreadful state of my hair lately. It’s a little scraggly and wild. My regular hair cut is Monday and I’ve been doing some serious thinking about it. Why so serious (and admittedly seriously silly)?
I might get bangs. Like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction kind of bangs.
For reference, me with bangs:
My shutterbug friends and I in Uniqulo in Japan on February 11, 2008 (gotta love the flickr embedded metadata). (Umm what am I wearing?) Unfortunately no photos of me with straight up blunt bangs exist on this computer. These were originally blunt bangs that got long so I swept them off to the side a bit.
And again in Ireland, August 22, 2009:
Ehh, you can’t see them because the wind blended them in with the rest of my hair. Yeah, you got me, this photo is mainly for Caitlin— I’m trying to tempt you into Ireland on the cheap (it was my friend’s and my graduation present to ourselves). We managed it after being poor, hungry, studied-abroad-halfway-across-the-world, denim-wearing-every-day (eek!) college students for four years, it just took a budget and a plan!
I was thinking about having them cut last time at the salon… but I still don’t know. Since I actually did some thinking about it instead of just making an impulsive decision, I realized I’ve actually had bangs for at least 70% of my life. And I might actually miss them? What? I know, bangs can be such a styling bother, especially for curly hair/humid climates. And I don’t know about bangs when my hair is this short. Maybe when it’s longer? I have always loved Anne Hathaway’s in The Devil Wears Prada.
What do you think, should I have bangs cut on Monday?