It was time. Mostly out of laziness, partly out of rather spending money on fabric, I haven't had a change in my do for a really long time. The plan was to chop a whole bunch off, but that sweet talkin' gal with the sheers did this instead:
I still pass by a mirror and wonder who that is, I haven't had bangs for ages, and I haven't done my hair straight for probably a year or more. Like I said, mostly laziness.I brought with me a most delightful companion. She sat there the whole time, devouring three fashion magazines, and had to show me every other page full of crazy hair-dos, colorful make-up, and fancy clothes.
Plus, she did her own hair. What a cutie. We don't spend much one-on-one time now that she's a school girl.
So we stopped to get her any frozen concoction her little freckled face desired.She ate every last drop and kept looking at me with surprised eyes exclaiming, "I keep forgetting what you look like!"
I think that was my favorite part.
Still getting used to the bangs. Mostly loving them. Ryan even asked if I had my hair colored. Nope. Just chopped off a bunch of natural highlights I guess.
Sure glad I took along this little side kick.