I deserve a fucking Nobel Prize
Nobel Prize in Hair Restoration.
Backstory: Went to my usual hair dresser to get my bangs trimmed up a little. Trimmed up = about half an inch above my eyebrows and straight-across. Told my hair dresser the length I wanted, showed her the length I wanted, and have never strayed from that length in any past appointments I have had with her (sans the time I got V-shaped bangs).
Anyways, I basically end up looking like this by the end of it:
I wish I could say I am exaggerating, but my bangs are honestly an inch past my hair line. Yup.
So what’s a girl to do besides bawl in her boyfriend’s bathroom for a good 30 minutes?
One word: extensions.
So I’ve been sitting around in my bathroom playing around with them. So far I’ve mastered the side-swept bang, the victory roll, and I’m now working on a beehive. I have to admit it’s pretty damn hard to clip extensions right into the front of your head without them being obvious and painfully fake. Not to mention my extensions are a bit redder than my hair, but it looks pretty damn natural and I don’t look like a scene kid.
Anyways, this has been a public service announcement just in case people don’t recognize me for the next two weeks because I look like a completely different person.
Note to self: never trust hairstylists. Only haircuts in the shower and electric-clipper bang trims are trve.
