What was I thinking?

There are times when I either think way too much about things are not nearly enough. Both schools of thought have their advantages and disadvantages. Thinking something through thoroughly before doing it can be good. You can weigh the pros and cons and decide if it's the best course of action. Of course, you could think about it too much and just confuse yourself. Sometimes, it's better to not think about things. It's more of an adventure to just take the plunge and deal with whatever happens. This works for me when I'm building furniture. If I think about it too much then I realize I have no idea what I'm doing and I feel like giving up. However, if I just jump in I end up doing better then I thought.

Today was one of those days when I decided to jump into something when I really should have thought it through a whole lot more. I have wanted to get my hair trimmed for two months now. (Just the layers around my face.) I wanted some bangs that are wispy and to the side of my forehead. Well, today I decided that I couldn't wait for a professional and so I took matters, or scissors as it may be, into my own hands. Can I just tell you that I can't cut straight to save my life even on a line? So I did what every self-respecting professional hair person would do, I put a piece of tape across my hair at the angle I wanted to cut my hair. Obviously, this technique is not used by those who actually know how to cut hair, as I soon found out. What I got was a choppy chunk of bangs. Remember how I wanted whispy? Yeah, well I missed that boat. Not to mention that I looked like one of those kids who decides to give themselves a haircut. We've all seen them; too short, uneven, choppy hair. Why did I give myself scissors? I'm an adult and I should know better. After seeing the results of my poor thinking I decided the only way to remedy it was to give myself full out bangs all the way across my forehead. I had bangs until I was 17 years old and as soon as I got rid of them I vowed I would never have them again. In fact, I literally use to have nightmares that I had bangs cut and I would look in the mirror in horror. So what does this mean folks? It means that I have become my own worst nightmare! Ahhhhhhh! There is a bright point in this story. Bangs are in; big thick bangs. And that's exactly what I have. And I managed to get them fairly straight. When McKay saw me his first response was, "I don't like your hair." Ahh . . . the honesty of a child. Lucky for me, my hair grows fast. But then again, it's nice to have a change right?

There is no way I'm posting a picture until I can look at myself in the mirror without cringing! And on a whole different topic, I managed to fit into a smaller pair of jeans today! Yea for me! Except for the whole bang thing (no one will notice right?) I look great!