My hair babies.
My hair my hair my hair has gotten long. Like… long. It’s all past my shoulders and stuff. If I wait another month or two I could get away with the Lady Godiva long hair covering my private bits kind of thing.
Hold your horses… I said I could. Not that I was going to.
The point is that my hair is the longest it has been in years and I am damn happy about it. The last time we revisited my hair was in February when I finally felt like it was long again. It’s been 6 months and I spent a few days in a humid climate and I’m convinced that made it grow like a weed.
That’s not why I called you all here today. In the process of growing out my hair my bangs have also gotten longer and longer. They are no longer the blunt Cami-bangs of of yesteryear. The problem is the bangs of yesteryear have taken so many forms that I now feel compelled to sit and contemplate which ones I like best… because I think it’s time to get them cut.
Or in a few weeks. You know. Whenever works.