Big Bangs Theory
When I first moved from the Bay Area to Boston I had bangs. Like a serious, full-on, forehead covering fringe. And in California, I loved them. I groomed them obsessively and had them cut bi-weekly. Unfortunately the first day of my new East Coast life was the last day of that relationship.
Boston is super windy, and anytime I was walking (which was always since I didn’t drive) I could feel the wind making a mess of them- no matter what angle tried to tip my head I knew my hair was always looking very Something About Mary. When the humid summer months rolled around they were perpetually stuck to my forehead. It was gross.
But here we are, two years later, I’m starting to yearn. It’s not my fault. My forehead is looking a lot like a five-head and Elle magazine has been tempting me with the youthful Miss Lawrence:
And with the beautiful, and newlywed, Mrs. Timberlake:
I know if I cut them I will regret it the moment the first snip occurs. So I did what any girl would do… I ordered some Ken Paves fake bangs. This is the perfect way to commit to a new hairstyle with no commitment at all!
They should show up in a day or two, and I’ll let you know how it goes when I get the glorious little beauties.
Hey, don’t mock the weave till you’ve rocked the weave.