Unfortunately, there is not.
It seems I do not have the foresight or cash for that matter to make regular hair appointments.
And then all of the sudden I realize I am looking like an english sheepdog and can't see the world for the length of my bangs....and before I know it I have the scissors in my hands.
In my defense I want to say that I have cut my bangs for years and no one has noticed.
Maybe I have just gotten over zealous these past few years.
But after cutting them last Saturday, Scott mentioned casually,
"When we get to DC why don't we take you somewhere where we can fix those?"
And I was immediately horrified...again.
And I said, "Are they really that bad?"
To which he responded, "I just think it's okay if we take a little of our money and go somewhere and fix them."
Now Scott is a church planter. The purse strings are tight, people.
Obviously, we had another bangtastrophe on our hands.
So I took another peek at the mirror....I should tell you that maybe the problem is I just don't look at myself that often...because they were short and there was a definitely upward slant to them.
So in a panic since we were leaving town in less than 24 hours, I began calling people. And one of our old youth kids moms is a fantastic hair dresser and she
said, "I'll see what I can do."
Now taking your crooked banged self to a master hair dresser is like showing your crayon picture to Monet. Humbling. A little sad. And then there is the rambling.
"Well...I was just trying to cut it a little...because they were so long you see...and then somehow...I don't know how they are so short now...and I'm not sure how this piece from the back of my head ended up with my bangs...can you fix it?"
Darlene's first words to me were, "Oh no."
And tsgs, that is never good. So I said, "Oh no?"
And she said,"Well, they are pretty short."
Despite the odds, Darlene worked her magic.
And she shed a little light on my situation....I no longer have straight hair.
Since the last child, it seems my hair likes to kink up in odd places...like my bangs.
Which explains so much about my new inability to cut my bangs.
I now need tools to straighten my bangs. Tools. Product. A new brush.
She not only fixed my bangs...she gave me sassisliciouness new haircut.
A very modern long layered bob. And then she gave me instructions on
how to style it and what product to use. Because clearly Darlene rocks.
And all I can say is that clearly feeling overly confident in my new cut
I was not prepared to take on...humidity....the damp jungle of Washington DC
that wreaks havoc on fine layers everywhere.
Because my sassy new long layers have taken to curling up like Jewish ear locks
in the weighted air despite my product and fancy brush.
But I'm happy to say, girls, there is a small triumph in all of this.
My bangs look good.
Let's thank the Lord together.