To cut or not to cut. Bangs.
It’s a bigger decision than hair color. I can still function with dark roots, but I can’t see with hair in my eyes.
A woman in this month’s O Magazine’s makeover issue had her look completely transformed with bangs. And then there’s that sideswept look a la Justin Bieber. They intrigue me.
But I’m just not sure. My forehead so low my husband kids me that my eyebrows and my hairline practically meet. My gorilla-like genes came from my mother’s side of the family. Hair grows in all the right — and wrong — places. I’ll probably have to pluck my ears at some point.
I haven’t had bangs in years, and I like tucking my hair behind my ears. And if I had bangs, I would have to barrette them when I’m running; it’s so convenient to put my hair into a ponytail with just one hair accessory.
We shall see. Or perhaps we shall see through a curtain of hair.