So I won’t lie to you guys–I was having doubts about the pink hair after I did it. I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to style them and I started feeling like a goofball weirdo for doing it. I was really random in how I decided to dye just a part of my hair, and it didn’t look the way I wanted it to. The other night I was goofing around while David and I were brushing our teeth and I pulled the dyed hair to the front of my face, mentioning I was thinking about dying it brown. Then I looked in the mirror, and realized I had given myself the perfect outline for bangs. The dye–it was destiny.
This morning, after showering, I reoutlined my hair and took the scissors to it. And guys, it’s perfect. I love it and I love how they turned out. I feel so confident and adorable, and those are two things I rarely feel when I look in the mirror. I’m relishing my bangs.
My mom is probably rolling her eyes since I think cutting my own hair is one of those things that will always bring out the parent in her, but it’s okay. She’s also rolling her eyes because every time I think about getting bangs I love love LOVE them for a whopping twelve hours, and then regret the rest of the grow out period. Well, I’m not saying that won’t happen this time, because it might, but there’s a big difference in this set of bangs–they’re hot-frickin-pink!
What do you guys think? Better this way, or should I just dye it all back to brown? OH and also if you’re drooling over my scarf, know that you’re in good company. I’m so in love with it and I’m amazed that my new coworker knows me well enough to give it to me as our Secret Santa gift exchange. I am lucky.