Remember how I said I liked my bangs? Well, I have changed my mind.
The hassle now outweighs the benefits and I think I am going to grow the shaggy strands out, starting now.
There is just the teeniest hint of spring in the air and it’s making everything OK again.
It’s been about a month since I got bangs and here are my thoughts on the matter:
1.
BANGS!
January is a tough one. December is her manic sister who flits wildly from party to event, never taking a moment to breathe, while January is dark and broody and kind of fat.
This poor, wee blog needs a good dusting off and also a deep clean and maybe a foot massage. She just ain’t what she used to be.
I just found this old photo from the winter on Steve’s phone and I love it so hard: Avelyn’s closed eyes and toothless grin, Karenna’s wild smile and Brinley’s stubby arms stretched overhead.