Remember when you were a kid and everything took forever?
There was at least six months between December 1 and 25?
A school year was actually three years between September and summer vacation?
It took forever to get to where you were going and you weren’t allowed to ask if we were there yet?
I thought those days were behind me. Time seems to fly these days except in one area.
Last fall I decided to let my bangs grow out. My hair grows at a normal rate…except for my bang hair which doesn’t seem to grow at all. At. All.
Perhaps guys can compare it to growing a beard or mustache. There are guys who can do that in two days!
There are stages to growing out bangs. First is the long fringe thing. You can puff this up and hope that you look sexy. This is a very short stage (more like two days) and the sex appeal is questionable.
Next the hair pokes you in the eyes. This stage lasts for a long time – months, maybe years. My last bang cut was in October and I am still experiencing eye pokes.
When you are young you can sport a barrette or braid it. At my age it looks goofy. Very goofy.
I went through the holiday with goofy bangs full of hair product guaranteed to hold them in place (it didn’t).
I tried little butterfly clips. Nope, not working. The clip would flop into my eye. So would bobby pins.
This wasn’t a “perfect hair” holiday. (I’m not sure I ever had one of those.)
Long ago I learned that if my hair is not working for me I would wait two weeks and the angle or wave would adjust and I could adapt into a new style.
It’s been more than two weeks. My patience is gone.
I am damn close to cutting bangs again. I was on YouTube learning how to make those shaggy ones that don’t look like your Mom put a bowl on your head.
We’ll see how long I can hold out but the pictures of me winning the lottery may have short bangs.