There is something almost ideological about having bangs. It MEANS something. I’m not sure exactly what, but if you’re someone who has ever had bangs, you understand what I mean. If you’ve ever once had bangs (I had short Bettie Pagers in high school and some college) you’ll forever toy with the idea of getting them again, maybe.
When you feel like devoting extra time daily to making sure they aren’t curling in a too bouffant-like way, or separating into the dreaded wispy fingers of bad bangs.
This time my bangs inspiration was more Chan Marshall but I think by going dark again I ended up somewhere in Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction-ville. On the road to, but not quite making it to, Zooey Deschanel-town. Which was kind of the original destination. Oh well. My bangs have an ideology all their own.
I’m pretty happy. The hair is a bit darker than I love but it’s growing on me. I might do some heavy-duty washing with Head & Shoulders to see if I can wash it a bit lighter.
I know I look like Winona Ryder’s uglier sister in this picture. I’m okay with that.
My daughter hates Santa. I’m learning to wear brighter colors and darker makeup to contrast with my new hair color.
Tan. I also need to be tanner. (Fake tan of course)
These Thanksgiving day photos were taken by my sister, in whose presence I get pretty goofy in front of a camera. We also just had a dance party to the chimney sweep scene in Mary Poppins and were also high on turkey.
So new is good, and cold is new, and winter, and holidays, and new stuff, and that whole belief in the new gadgets you get for Christmas will change your life or at least make you do things that are old in a new way, like wearing clothes with new hair, or running with new Vibram Five Finger shoes, or making breakfast with a new espresso machine, or joining your new gym. It’s that coming back to school after Winter Break feeling you used to have; it’s you but you’re new.