It was pretty much unanimous--is that because the people I asked don't have bangs either? Apparently--and I didn't know this sacred haircut rule--bangs are either for people with straight hair (not me) or people who are willing to "do" them everyday with a hairdryer and "product" (by the way, the use of that word in that way strikes me as so gauche). Again, not me.
But not wanting to commit a hair faux pas and offend the hair people in the know, I opted to stay the same. I'm aiming for long, frizzy/wavy/curly, granola hair that I can eventually braid again. I'm actually hoping it turns a little gray sometime soon to give it body and character!!
Either way, Bud was none to happy with my haircut, because I came home with it blown dry straight. And he hated it. "It's not you, Mommy." And he then tussled and fluffed it up as best he could to make it my usually out-of-control "Laurie Berkner"-like hair (his analogy, not mine).
Sis liked it straight. She said I looked like the babysitter. Don't tell the babysitter. I think she'd be none too flattered. Even if she liked it straight too.
And Mama? I'm not sure she noticed one way or the other, except that at bathtime, she reminded me that I should wash it!!
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