This weekend I was in the mood to do something bold. With summer almost here (if you've been to the Phoenix area in the summer, you know what I mean) I decided to get a bob. Not just any bob, but a B O B. I had almost decided on a cut when I realized I should ask my husband's opinion-since he's going to be looking at it more than I will.
"Rethink this," he says. "I don't want you horribly upset for the next couple years or whenever it"ll grow out."
Grand idea, I think.
I go and get three inches taken off and bangs to complete the "look" I think I'm going for.
Cut to Monday morning, the day after Spring Break.
A student says (as he's pointing to my "side bangs" that looks almost like a front ear tail), "Mrs. C, no offense, but did do PAY for that cut? I can help you. All I need is...scissors...there they are!"
"How dare you!" I exclaim, "..assume you can fix this monstrosity!"
After school I go to get my bangs re-cut.
My bangs now look something like Danny Bonaduce's (circa 1974).
"Rethink this," he says. "I don't want you horribly upset for the next couple years or whenever it"ll grow out."
Grand idea, I think.
I go and get three inches taken off and bangs to complete the "look" I think I'm going for.
Cut to Monday morning, the day after Spring Break.
A student says (as he's pointing to my "side bangs" that looks almost like a front ear tail), "Mrs. C, no offense, but did do PAY for that cut? I can help you. All I need is
"How dare you!" I exclaim, "..assume you can fix this monstrosity!"
After school I go to get my bangs re-cut.
My bangs now look something like Danny Bonaduce's (circa 1974).
