I love my bangs.
I also don’t want to deal with them anymore.
I like the way they look when they’re blown-out and the perfect length (that’s them hanging out with me in a Vegas elevator last spring), but the reality is that a) I do not have time or patience to trim my bangs nearly as often as I should; and b) the second there is even a single molecule of moisture in the air, they head every direction except for the way that I would like them to.
See? Cute picture; not-so-cute bangs. (In my defen...
Published on February 27, 2014 05:28