The other day I walked outside intending to go to Trader Joe’s to grab milk and I accidentally got bangs instead. This happens to me every year at this time. Whenever August 1st rolls around the six year old inside me screams it’s time for back-to-school bangs! I usually ignore her, but she caught me at a weak moment on Wednesday so the moment I passed a salon I walked right inside and ten minutes later I walked out looking like a shaggy 70s queen. Or something like that.
Me and bangs go way back. And I think it’s safe to say we’ve had a pretty rocky history together. We’ve been off and on for more years than I can count. It all started back in the late 80s/early 90s.
First day of pre-school ’91. Sassy bangs, animal print trim, platform sneakers, and light denim. Classy as HELL.
I always assumed my mom had me in bangs because she could tell I was such a trendy little kid, even at such a young age. I would later learn it had less to do with style and more to do with her trying to cover up my big Wolfe five-head. She denies this, but the writing is on the forehead, if you catch my drift.
When I tried to grow my bangs out as a child, I looked like this. A dirty little rat child.
This is the kid in your 3rd grade class who always had a red ring around her mouth because she couldn’t quit licking her damn lips and most likely she looked at her kleenex a little too long after she blew her nose. I know what you’re thinking, what happened to the stylish girl from the pre-school photo? I can only assume this photo was taken during the height of my bubble gum CD addiction. I went through a dark time as a child when I stopped caring about my appearance all together and gave up all personal hygiene because my only motivation in life was to acquire more quarters so I could buy more bubblegum CD’s from the movie store down the block. It was truly all I cared about for a good six months. Bubblegum in the shape of a CD made me lose my shit.
After about age ten I took a break from bangs for a long time until they suddenly because really stylish again when I was in high school. I took the plunge and got them when I was a junior and when I “wore them out” for the first time on New Years Eve everyone said I looked like Beyonce. A Caucasian version of Bey, a Caucasian Nebraskan version I mean. Okay, perhaps I’m the only one who said I looked like Beyonce. Whatever. You be the judge.
This is most likely at a high school party where Jeni and I were pretending to drink.
And then came college. The time when Bang’s and I had our worst moments together. Sometimes they looked okay, most times they did not. I was usually cutting them myself on a Friday night about ten minutes before going out.
Terrible. Poor thing. And this was from the day Chris and I got pinned. Bless his heart.
I think you understand my history with bangs a little bit more now. The only downfall about having bangs is having bangs.
Every morning you wake up and there they are, staring you in the face saying you better style me, or I’m gon’ make your life hell. I woke up yesterday and forgot for a brief moment that I had cut them and boy was I scared when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a girl from a 90s movie who would be first in line to get a makeover from the pretty girls. I snuck up behind Chris as he was eating breakfast in the kitchen and said “will you go to prom with me?” and he literally shrieked with fear.
So there’s that.
Anywho, enough about bangs. Before I depart to take on this lovely Friday I wanted to show just a couple more photos of this new Kimono of mine I have been living in. I love the fringe trim and it fits like a gem. For some reason whenever I wear it I suddenly feel a lot cooler than I am.
It’s from a great boutique called In Bloom. When you click over, I’d start with this skirt. I’m thinking it would go great with a long sleeve black halter… I may be ordering it this afternoon. Use the code: DAILYTAY15 to get 15% off your order!
And that’s all I’ve got. Have a great weekend, we’re officially into August. Oh boy.