Bad Hair Days

Well thanks to my vast readership I have some new thoughts for posts. I made a list of 9 potential ideas so hopefully I'll have some very insightful musings to share for quite a while. Tonight's title is a good indication of just how insightful.

Megan suggested posting hairstyles I've worn over the years. As I pondered that one, what came to mind were the times I have cut my own bangs.

Haircutting seems to be a "talent" that runs in our family because both my sister and I have created some rare styles in our efforts at saving a few bucks. I think she has even more "talent" than me in this area. (Her sweet mother-in-law, who would hesitate to say anything uncharitable about anyone, has been rather blunt in the unkind things she has said about Jody's clipping.)

Unlike my sister, who gave Jeff & David some very infamous haircuts, the one most victimized by my lack of ability was myself. Quite often I have resorted to cutting my own bangs. Not only does it save money, my hair just grows so fast and my hairline begins so low (about an inch & a half above my eyebrows--my husband & I are rather opposites in this area), that it is just a matter of convenience. In earlier years, I was never too careful about it and thought to myself that because of the curl in my hair, no one could tell my bangs were not even. As I compare the height of my bangs from one side of my face to the other in this picture, I'm thinking I was either blind or delusional.

This picture reminds me not only of some very bad hair days, but also of my new found solution to that particular problem. Johnny's got the right idea...wear a hat.