As in today. Or yesterday, by the time those of you with healthy bedtimes read this…
It’s the Pageboy with the side bangs. I think I’ve had this look before.
But this time, this is what I wanted:
Then how did I end up here? With a look Travis concedes is “admittedly masculine?”
Let’s back up to Sunday afternoon:
N: I’m in a dark place of despair.
N: (enumerates reasons for despair all so significant she cannot recall them at this time.)
T: (gentle encouragement)
N: Yeah. What I really think I need is a haircut.
I love to get my haircut. I’m not sure why but I think it might go back to my childhood when our family hairdresser came to our house and trimmed all of our bangs around the kitchen counter. When haircuts became an outing, I became obsessed.
The other obstacle (among numerous) hindering me from achieving this:
is that I love my hair to look different. I hate the “just take 3 inches off the bottom” cut. There’s no drama in that. No suspense.
And this time, I just waited too long. I hadn’t gotten my haircut since July. Instead of making an appointment and a plan, I freaked out, walked in and did something drastic. The Stylist did a great job. It’s a great cut, that we agreed on together. I just forgot somehow in mentioning fervently and manically that I needed something “different and short”, that I also wanted to look like Taylor Swift.
Things you should not be thinking if you are pleased with your haircut:
1.) It will look better as soon as I put on more make up.
2. ) What this cut needs is a nice pair of Aviators, worn constantly.
But, wait, scroll back up. I think my bangs and Taylor’s bangs totally match. Oh no, wait. My hair is the length of her bangs.
Oy vey. I need a new vice.