This morning was one of those mornings that I knew I should not have hit that snooze button one last time. I just hate being in what my husband and I call the “ultra jam mode.” I knew when I hit it for the fifth time I was pushing my luck.
I took my shower; toweled off, put my “root boost” in my hair. I couldn’t live without that stuff, as Oprah would say, “love it.” I then proceeded to the kitchen to do who knows what, and this threw off the whole routine.
I know this is going to sound crazy but if I don’t blow dry my hair within a small window of time and it begins to “air dry,” the whole “good hair day” will not happen. I just don’t feel like myself without my Rod Stewart “high hair.”
Okay, so no matter how many products I try to put on I just can’t get the look I like. “My day is ruined, my hair is too dry too blow dry.” Oh, and my bangs were acting crazy too, going in 8 million directions and kind of getting in my eyes. “Oh, I don’t have time to deal with this, I’m late,” so off I went to work feeling very uncomfortable in my skin.

So, I get to work, change into my uniform and slowly go to the full length mirror for “damage control.” It’s worse than I thought. I begin to pull out my arsenal of “hair products,” and my bangs, what a mess, they are all over the place and totally in my eyes. Even though I was never a girl-scout I think “what would any good girl-scout do?”
So naturally, I pull out my small swiss army knife because I think “hey they have scissors on them. I then proceeded to trim my bangs which was “super hard” with these tiny scissors that were almost microscopic. I looked and felt very clumsy and got a lot of strange looks from my co-workers. “Jeez, it’s not like I was cutting my toenails or something.”
After my butchery job my bangs are all different kinds of lengths, how can they not be, right? They are almost like the way my Mom used to do them when we were kids. Hey, maybe she used a little knife too. To this day I still don’t know why we had such rough looking haircuts and uneven bangs. I could have been the poster child for “pixies.” Maybe she was secretly drinking lots of vodka martinis and was a little tipsy with the scissors, could be…
So at this point I’m feeling a little bit nostalgic wishing I had on my bellbottoms and desert boots because I sure looked like a throwback to the seventies.
And as anyone who knows me knows, I love any opportunity where I can showcase the famous family portrait of my sisters and I, check out our bangs. That’s me on the left and that is what I saw staring back at me in the mirror, “pretty scary, right?”