A decision has been made about the wedding. Like a real, honest to god almost tangible not wavering decision. And that decision? is this:
We aren’t getting married until my bangs grow out.
I’ve had bangs since I was thirteen and to be honest I will most likely have bangs on my wedding day because hello, I have the five-finger forehead thing happening but um, my bangs… they just need help.
About a month and a half ago I was pulling my hair back into a pony tail and as I ran my hand along the top of my head I noticed that the hair on the top of my head toward the crown is kind of thin. I would like to tell you that I thought “huh. Oh well.” and went about my day but I think you know me better than that. I freaked out. My hair was thinning! Oh my god! I’m too young to have old lady pattern baldness! I can’t afford Rogaine for women! I’m going to have to tell people that Diane Keaton is my idol because I’ll have to wear a hat for the rest of my life! (Not that Diane Keaton isn’t cool and all but…well, you know) I was going bald! BALLLDDDDD!
And then I noticed something.
You see, for the last…since college years, I have been mostly cutting my own bangs. I won’t pretend that I am any good at it and even now they get a little slanty until I make myself just. stop. trimming already! If you have ever cut your bangs yourself, you know that it can be kind of hard to determine the point at which your bangs should start and creating a distinct line can be kind of difficult especially if, once in a while, some stray hair falls forward and you cut it before you think to check and see where it fell from.
Yeah. So my bangs? Begin really far back. Way too far back. Which, thankfully, means that I’m not actually going bald, I just really suck at cutting my own hair. But I already knew that I am not good at cutting my own hair and have come to terms with it.
To remedy my unfortunate bang-rest of hair-ratio, I am going to let my bangs grow out and when they get long enough that I can pull them back into the ponytail and not have that old paintbrush look, I’ll go to a professional and have them cut new bangs for me.
And all will be right with the world.
