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I was putting my hair up, getting ready to go out late this afternoon, when I suddenly decided that I was sick of the style and ready to cut in bangs (or a fringe, for those of you who are UKdians). I wear my hair up most of the time, and lately I've realized that it's basically exactly the same as it was in high school, over a decade ago, though I've been through many styles and colors in the interim. I have been thinking a lot lately about how bored I currently am with my style... I've been called "wholesome" and "innocent" (with regard to my appearance) more than once in the past eight or nine months. I made a list of alternatives, and, since I spend so much time with my hair pulled completely back from my face, which can be kind of a harsh look, cutting in bangs was high on the list.

So I did. Sectioned it out, dampened it, cut most of the length off so that the ends reached the tip of my nose. I wanted longish V-angled bangs, as I mentioned in a post a couple of weeks ago, kind of like the Manic Panic "Bitch" wig. I promptly messed this up and was still snipping carefully when my mom got home from work a few minutes later.

She called me downstairs, so I came down (clearly mid-cut) and said, "I'm kinda busy..." and started giggling. She was like, "Oh my god, what did you do? Why did you start doing this when you knew I'd be home in a few minutes and could help you?"

"Because you would have tried to talk me out of it."
"That's probably true."

Anyway, she fixed the slight mess I was making, as we both chortled about how what I did is more commonly seen among six-year-olds. It wasn't bad, but I had cut a little higher on one side than I wanted, and hadn't gotten around to straightening out the angle yet. She got home when I was in the middle of it; that's why I said I was busy! Since she has no faith in me where bangs are concerned (probably correctly... for a while around 2002 I had these horrible 1-2"-long bangs) she offered to finish up for me. I let her. I was worried I wouldn't be able to finish the way I wanted to.

It looks OK, but I forgot that my hair is really too wavy for structured bangs. I keep having to straighten them out, and I'm going to have to use a lot of styling product. I'd like to let it get longer for a while before I mess with it again, but I'm very happy with the look, and much less bored. :D

So, tonight Boyfriend is at a sold-out White Stripes show, and I am not! (and no, I don't particularly care whether you like them or not: I would have gone if I'd had the chance, even though I think most of their songs sound very much alike.) How did this come about? Deep misfortune for friend's wife who was supposed to go to the show. I feel sorrier for Lisa not being able to go (broken foot) than I do for me not having a ticket, too; totally don't blame her husband for keeping his own ticket when he passed hers on to Tom. :)

Anyway, we're going to see either Rasputina (my preference) or the Dresden Dolls in a few weeks. Which means: the revenge of banana curls! Or something like that.

Tonight my mom cut my hair. Two inches or so, and it needed to go. Actually more needed to go, but neither of us could bear to do it. I am jealous of nadja's new "hime" ("princess") cut, which is sort of like a bob in front but long in the back; thought about doing it, but my hair is too fine & flyaway to support it.

Serious lack of glamour in my life, and especially on my head, has had me grey lately. ( Read more... ) More fun on my head please.

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& I'm most of the way through blackholly's book Valiant, which is really pretty good.