(photo via pinterest)
I am
dying. I know, it is silly. I do.
I haven't had to make a decision like this in a long time.
When I used to work in a salon with the girls it was practically decided already.
I would find a beautiful photo, show it to a girl and they would say without any hesitation at all,
"Do it!"
I need a new look. I have a love/hate relationship with having bangs.
I LOVE them- but I HATE growing them out.
If I was my own client, I would encourage myself to cut them. I love when
other people are bold and spontaneous.
Last night I tossed and turned over this. Until 1 am. Apparently, this is a
life or death concern for me at the moment. I know, my life is hard. (sarcastic)
What do you think?