Bangs

Can I just tell you how much I miss bangs?
I do. A lot.
I miss being able to wash my hair, fuss for all of 30 seconds and go.

I can't do that now, which is ironic because I grew out my bangs for LESS FUSSING.

But now I spend a lot of time trying to make my hair look right but mostly giving up and tying it all up in a lame weirdo bun on top of my head.

Not the sexy, tousled locks I was enjoying (or at least thought I was!) when I had bangs.

It's totally stupid, I know, to obsess over stuff like this. Trust me, I am aware of how ridiculous it is. But being pregnant has come with a WHOLE BAG of fun self conscious issues that I kind of wasn't prepared for and I am leaning towards my hair as a place of weird resentment as opposed to freaking out about my belly.

I don't want to get to a place where I resent Sonny for ANYTHING.
Not a healthy place to be.

Also not something that I have ANY control over (another weird thing for me, type A anyone?)

But I can freak out about my hair and get weird and have some sense of control over it.
At least I'd like to feel like I can have some control over it, even if it's just in my head.

So. Back to bangs.





I am going to book myself a haircut.
A sweet friend of mine wants to trade some jewellery for salon time and I can afford that. (Can't afford to pay for a haircut, but I can always trade!)
So as soon as she get's back from a trip, I am IN THERE.
(I am also really trying to not cut bangs myself. I have done this before, but with the way I am reacting to the littlest things these days, I don't want to run the risk of LOSING IT over not waiting. So I will be reasonable and wait and have a nice trip to the salon and have a great little pamper.)

(I found all of these pictures when I googled "Bangs"!)