Thought #1: I don’t know. I don’t know why I allowed it to be taken. I don’t know why I kept it. I don’t think I was actually mad at anyone; gee, I hope I can manage my emotions better than that. (Otherwise, what was the point of 3 years of counseling??) In fact, I’m pretty sure my eldest took this photo when she and I were goofing off on vacation. Either that, or I was possessed. You pick.
Thought #2: Those bangs are from the 1990’s. Or the 1980’s. That’s the only explanation for bangs that fluffy. And yet this picture was taken in 2009, proving I can’t be trusted to make my own hair decisions.
I figure that picture scared off all but the bravest of you, which is best because this post is not for the faint of heart.
In fact, this post is a cry for help.
The time has come to do something new, and I thought y’all might be willing to give your advice. As you can see from the bangs, making a herd-based hair decision can do me no more harm than I do to myself.
To give you some context, here are some photos of my hair over the past 6 years…
This is a shoulder length flip in 2005 (ish):
I’m the brunette in the orange t-shirt. (I specified in case you had me confused for the adorable blond munchkin in the orange shirt. Don’t you just want to take her home in your back pocket? I keep trying, but my husband says 5 kids are enough, and her mother keeps objecting.)
See the hot blond in the red shirt? That’s my cousin, Erin. Maybe I should do that to my hair. The cut, anyway. I can’t pull off the blond. Besides, being about 6 years behind Erin style-wise is about on par for me.
Here’s a medium length cut in 2008 (the Great Snow Storm!):
My current hair philosophy is to have long, long hair because I never make time to get it cut. I throw in a few layers every 6 months so I can pretend I have a hair style.
Here’s a long hair photo from 2009ish:
Of course, these are the notorious bangs, here in a flatter, less I-want-to-be-Cyndi-Lauper-and-bee-bop-to-Girls-Just-Wanna-Have-Fun way:
All of that takes some serious flattening. I have what I like to call “naturally messy” hair. It would be naturally curly if it, you know, curled. But no. It doesn’t do that.
Exhibit A: Naturally messy hair, circa October 2010. Unnaturally blue (necessary so I could be Thing 1 to Abby’s Thing 2), but the messy part is all me. Try not to be jealous.
Exhibit B: Naturally messy hair from January 2011 pretending to be naturally curly with the help of a diffuser:
Of course, none of these show my many hairtastrophes due to the fact that I had to pick my least fatty photos. Hey – I’m a girl. Sue me.
There are a couple of short-short haircuts in there that are truly horrific. Not bloggable in their horrificality. So short-short is right out.
Alright, fine. You talked me into it, but I don’t have to like it. Here’s short-short horrific hair:
I recolored the photo so you might be distracted by how adorable baby Aden was. Her short-short hair is stunning. As are her button nose and rosebud lips.
So, tell me what you think.
I’m willing to go as short as chin-length. Or just trim up the long, long hair I’ve got and leave well enough alone.
Share your thoughts. Including your thought that I shouldn’t take possessed photos in the future. I agree. Wholeheartedly.
I’m gonna get my hair cut sometime next week, and I’ll update y’all with the results.