I LOVE discussing hair.
My family is very hair centric (mom, twin sister, little sister- between us we have enough hair to make a lion mane jealous), a trait I wish to pass down to my future twin baby girls...you know, when I eventually have them. Many years from now. In the future. The distant future. Husband grew up in a family of all boys, so I "tease" him about having twins, or as I usually say: TwinBabyGirls!!! He just loves it (read: develops hives).
But hair care is no matter to take lightly! Had I been more properly schooled on the topic as a tween I would not have made the nightmarish and uproariously ill-advised decision to shear off what I believed to be an insufferably frizzy mess of thick blonde hair into the "half step better than a bowl cut" man-style that I sported with varying degrees of fashion success throughout most of my adolescence. Don't be fooled into thinking I'm just being self-deprecating- this happened about 5 years before the Pixie Cut gained popularity when boy-short hair meant either you had just delivered your third child and were surrendering your feminity in exchange for relaxed fit pleated jeans and celibacy, or you were moonlighting as a Drag King. A notably odd style choice for a high school freshman. Short hairstyles have come a long way since then.
During that ill-fated cut, as the first chunk of hair fell fatally to the floor of the salon, and what was left sprung up in a perfect bouncy spiral, I realized- a moment too late!- that my hair was not an insufferably frizzy mess, but was, instead, curly. I just needed some gel! For the love of hairdos man, WHY! For the next 6 to 8 years I lived in constant fear that one day I would flip open the pages of a Style magazine and see my image spackled firmly under the "Don't" section with a little black bar over my eyes...you know, to protect my identity. Not that it would do much good as surely I was the only 16 year-old girl on the planet with a Billy Idol cut. The jig would be up.
But that was many many years ago and I've since grown things out a bit. And the other day Good Friend Julia- you know the one who owns the neverending pooping dog- gave me a rocking hair cut with cutsey little bangs that I LOVE. Check it out:
|What am I looking at?|
|I just love the little bang-ettes!|