Bangs.

I did something impulsive today. I was getting ready for work and thought, "It's time I trimmed my bangs." (referring to my side-bangs, the very non-daring kind that are just long enough to get swooped back behind your ear if you don't want to know they're there for a day). Then I thought, "No, I actually want to try those straight-across bangs." I've wondered what they would look like for a while now. My interest was rekindled over Christmas when I saw my sister-in-law Deanna's new straight-across bangs, which I thought were adorable.

I had straight-across bangs in 7th grade, and all I remember about them is a) not being able to get them to lay how I wanted them, b) using lots of hairspray just to have them get blown around by the wind and then c) having them get stuck in odd positions because of said hairspray and said wind.

But I felt brave today. Also, I think I've learned a thing or two about my hair since 7th grade. Either that, or 13 years have been long enough for me to forget the pain!