So, when one's hair stylist suggests you try some bangs, but your gut says "No! No! No! I'll look like a doll from 1982!," don't say, "sure, it's worth a try."
The layers of horror go like this. I was like, okay, things are going okay, then it quickly morphed into wait, wow... this is a little more "bangs" that I imagined... ohhhh noooo... I'm looking kinda like a step stool... she's whistling, quite happy... how do I make her stop?!?... Oh God, it's too late... then the stylist stands back, furrows her brow, and says "you know, up front the bangs are soft and look nice, but when I look at them from a distance..." Not a good sign. Nor are her parting words, "the bangs will look a lot better in a couple of weeks."
I bet I'll scare Max next week. He'll cry the whole time I'm there. Have inconsolable screaming, crying fits whenever - over the next 10 years - he comes across someone with harsh bangs.
Let's see. Options. I don't want to shave my head. I don't really want to wear a hat everywhere. Maybe people won't notice? Any home remedies out there for making one's hair grow quickly?
P.S. I take back my post about silly Seattlites and their cooling centers. It was 97 degrees today and I'm heading over to sit with all of my neighbors in the elementary school kitchen walk-in cooler.
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