Thursday, October 07, 2010
To have bangs or not to have bangs??
I have a love hate relationship with bangs. I can never make up my mind. I've had side bangs for a long time. I always go through this roller coaster of deciding to grow them out, and then I cut them again. There are times when I think "What took me so long to cut my bangs? I look so much better!" and other times when I hate them and decide with absolute resolution that I'm growing them out. I cut them. I decide a few days later that I'm going to grow them out for sure this time. But then a few days after that there's a part that bugs me, and I fix it, by cutting them shorter. All the while one voice is saying "Who cares if there's a part that is bugging you, you're growing them out, so just let them grow" and the other voice, which usually wins out eventually (hence the fact that I still have bangs) says "But you look dumb like that. Just fix it, and then let it grow out." So I fix it, and it looks way better and I think "Maybe bangs aren't so bad after all. I have long hair, and bangs make it more interesting..." and so they are fine for a while. Then they grow. I don't notice all at once that they're longer, but one day, when it's been the third day in a row that I feel yucky about my hair, I think "Maybe if I just trim this little bit right here..." and so you see, it happens all over again. Bangs. They can make some people look soooo cute, and I'm envious. But then I remember that I don't look like them, that my hair/face wouldn't look like that person's. Ahhhh. I'm still undecided! Aren't you glad that you got to read all I have to say about bangs? I could say more even... You know I have a problem. You know I'm obsessive about hair, and very critical of my own. A part of that is what drove me to be a hairdresser. At least with my bangs, if there's something wrong I can fix it. I can only blame myself. And since I'm so picky about my bangs, I've learned to a certain degree what doesn't look good on me and what does. It's such a touchy thing. If my bangs don't look good, then the rest of my hair is bad. OK. Really I'm done this time.
The weather here has been so nice this week and last week. Sunny and warm. Today it was 25. For a while there I thought the cold was coming on fast and strong. I'm glad it held out a bit. I can already tell you that it's one of the things I like about Winnipeg. I like sun. I know Nanaimo has sun, and that it had lots of sun the last two weeks too, though.
Our license plates are still BC ones, and frankly I don't want to change them. It's sort of like giving in and saying "Okay we live here now and are like the rest of you." I'm not ready. I will not conform. I will always be a BC girl. And right now, I want everyone here to know it. Changing my license plates feels like giving up my BC identity. I know, I'm silly.
I told Kyle the other day that numbers and letters have a gender to me. I subconsciously have always assigned a gender to them since I was a kid, I guess. He thought I was totally bizarre. I thought everyone did that. At least I think I had a conversation with one of my sisters about it once. Bethany maybe? Anyways, A is a girl and B is a boy, (Sorry Bethany) and so on. So, am I the only one?
I spontaneously decided to cut my own hair today. The layers felt too long and like they were dragging down my face, so when I got out of the shower I added my own layers. How hard can that be? Hard when doing to one's self. Especially with long hair. When I pull it out straight above my head, I can't reach the top. And then there's still the whole getting the scissor positioning right when looking in the mirror and not at my actual hand. Long hair and layers are one of those things that doesn't have to be exact and precise otherwise I wouldn't have attempted it in the first place. The jury's still out on how it turned out. I have to actually style it.
Enough about my hair already!
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:11 PM