so i got a haircut today. this is it. i like it. i dyed it dark. and it's sleeker than normal, if that makes sense. i'm wanting to grow it out. landon is in the mood to have it long, and it costs less to maintain. it was really needing a cut, and i needed some sort of cute plan for my brother's wedding in three weeks. i don't remember asking for these bangs. i looked at a picture at max's station of his wife and asked, "does michelle (his wife) still have those bangs?" and then he started cutting bangs. i don't know what happened. i think i like them. i just wonder if they look like i'm trying to be younger than i am. i saw my 16-year-old brother, and he said, "i like it. that's how all the girls in my grade have their hair." yeah...that's what i was afraid of. i mean, i am only 24. but i'm a mom. i don't know. what do you think?
this is what the bangs look like most of the time...falling.
the swept bangs.
my "good side."
the bad side.
and the token sexy look.
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."