It’s too freaking hot for long hair. So I got about five inches taken off, and I told the stylist to do whatever he wanted with the top. So he gave me some bangs — “fake bangs” to be exact — that I can sort of sweep out of the way or pull down in front depending on my mood. I haven’t had real bangs since middle school. I’ll do my best this time around not to drown them in hairspray until they’re crunchy and flecked with white residue.
Bonus: “Safety Dance” came on the stereo while I was at the salon.
That’s a pretty blouse, young lady.
Nice! I want a bangs shot.
what Palm Tree said..
soundtrack: the execrable Ricky Martin’s ‘She Bangs’…
Thankee.
I took some bangs shots today but my damn camera demanded that I reformat my card, so it deleted them. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try again.