Today...I got my hair cut. This was kind of a big deal for me if only because I hadn't gotten it cut since late June, early July, and at that time, it was a pixie cut. Super short. Like really a lot short.
Kinda exactly like that. This was a new and daring thing for me to do because I figured it was my last chance to experiment before I got out into the big bad real world. Fair assumption. I spent all of last summer making sure that I wore mascara or bows or something distinctly girly because as I said at the time, "I don't want to look like a boy." I still find this amusing, and realize that it plays into gender stereotyping, but we're not going to go there because I was really just having fun at the time.
So. Brianna hair got all shaggy (I know anyone who reads this is going to be EXTRA thrilled to know the history of my hair, but hey, it's a daily blog, and I'm writing, so...deal) and I wasn't too pleased with it. My friends said it looked fine, but I maintain that the bottom most layer decided that it wanted to be straight while the rest of my hair decided it wanted to be wavy/curly. So craziness ensued on my head. It was good times. I was just musing about different ways I could wear my shaggy hair when I got it cut today.
So now it looks like this. And it also looks like I'm strangling myself, but whatever. I'm a little nervous about the bangs which my mother insists aren't "bangs bangs," a term which I'm not sure I fully understand, but the point being is that I'm mildly interested to see what my bedhead looks like tomorrow morning. Oh the thrilling life I lead.
"The American character looks always as if it had just had a rather bad haircut, which gives it, in our eyes at any rate, a greater humanity than the European, which even among its beggars has an all too professional air."
- Mary McCarthy
1 comments:
Oh I like it!! And you said you didn't like bangs? Those look great!! I think it's a great cut for you!! It's so mature!
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