I got my hair cut on Friday and actually changed up my style for the first time in a few years (no sense doing anything rash, you know). To be fair, it’s not much of a change. I didn’t go for the asymmetrical cut the stylist suggested. And I didn’t color my hair or anything. It’s still brown and just below shoulder length. But now I have bangs and layers.

I haven’t had bangs in years, and the ones I have now are those long ones that are supposed to swoop out to the sides of my face. You know, like you see on all the stars… Yeah. Well my hair has always had a mind of its own, so it’s playing with me right now, just to get me back for messing with it. My bangs alternate between looking awesome and falling in front of my eyes. And they do this minute-to-minute. One minute I’ll be thinking, “Why didn’t I do this sooner? It’s a great look!” The next minute I’ll be cursing them and running for bobbie pins. Now I’ve got bobbie pins in most of my pockets, I’ve vacuumed them up from the most unlikely spots in the apartment, and there are never any left when I go to look for one in the drawer where I keep all my hair stuff. (Whenever I don’t find them in my drawer, that’s exactly when I’m not wearing pants that have pockets.)

Well, this morning it’s rainy and wet. A true spring day. And I got into my car reveling in the fact that the humidity was doing good things for my curls rather than the nasty things it normally does. And my bangs were gorgeous.

Getting out of my car when I arrived at work, the wind kicked up and the rain came down, and now it looks like I was trying to go for Meg Ryan, but failed. Miserably. I would say that it looks like I only spent 2 minutes on my hair this morning, but I only did spend two minutes on my hair this morning… because that’s all I ever spend on my hair in the morning. And I didn’t want to look like a brunette Meg Ryan.