About a week ago I had trimmed my bangs and for once, was happy with the results. They looked hip (I’m not), a bit edgy (I’m not, really), and in spite of my crazy cowlick, they fell smoothly into place with little effort. They would have been perfect if they were only a few millimeters shorter. Today, I awoke with a slight fever (flu – bleh) and decided to remedy that. Not so great results. In my feverish state, I ruined a perfectly good fringe. I was sweating bullets as I tried to fix and fix and fix it.
Cutting bangs will go on my list of things not to do when having a fever.
I least it’s not as bad as this haircut…
He’s so cute, though, he can survive a bad hair cut.
Someone should really hide the scissors – from me. Fever or not.
Now that I’ve updated my Gravatar and other profile images, I might as well share it here. Alas, my hacked fringe. I keep telling my son that the best cure for a bad hair cut is two weeks. Three weeks later, and mine still seems just as hacked and goofy.