When my babysitter called in sick last Tuesday, I had no choice but to bring the girls with me to have my hair cut. Of course I called ahead to make sure the salon wouldn't be too busy. "Bring 'em in," the woman said. "It's fine!" And it was. Really. It's very simple to keep an eye on your children when you're in a completely mirrored environment, even when you're sitting in a chair from which you cannot move. The weird part was that I was so busy watching them in the mirrors and occasionally issuing a stern, "I see you. I see you..." that the entire haircutting portion of the experience was over before I had even truly registered that it was happening. I checked my own reflection as a sort of afterthought.
And then I screamed.
Well, inside. Inside, I screamed. Would you like to know what I screamed? I screamed, "Sideswept bangs? WTF?" And then I thought Eh, never mind. I'll fix it later.
So the next day I washed my hair and dried it only to discover...sideswept bangs. Okay, I thought, this is kind of weird. But I didn't worry because there's almost nothing that me and my metal-barreled round brush can't fix.
Except, it turns out, sideswept bangs.
Now, it's not that I have anything against sideswept bangs. They're perfect when I'm in an, I don't know, sideswept mood. They are of no help, however, when I'm in an I-don't-want-to-feel-any-hair-on-my-forehead mood. So, the problem I have with sideswept bangs is when they won't go away.
If anyone has any advice on this matter, you are obligated to share. Meanwhile, I'll be the woman sitting at a local cafe fixing her stories, reading her books, and fretting over all things sideswept.