If you are looking to read a vaguely intellectual post today I implore you to look away now.
……. are you gone? Good.
I’m stuck in a rut. A hair rut to be specific. I acknowledge that it is a privileged and fickle position wherein I sit, when the boredom of my hair registers on my ‘things to be concerned about’ radar. But I digress. Every six months or so I go through a mental list of recent hair styles and tick them off; long (tick!) short (tick!) coloured (tick!) fringe…. Hmmm. ‘Perhaps a fringe is the answer?’ I ponder. It is here a google image search often ensues:
(note: I am unwilling to discuss my strange obsession with Rose Byrne and her fringe)
I then way up the pros: something different, will cover my colossal forehead, it’s only hair. And cons: will cover my eyebrows, take forever to grow if I hate it, will be hot in summer (which is pretty much here), and a fringe could take me back to this point in my life:
But not this time (hopefully). I have an appointment booked for Saturday. Your advice is greatly appreciated. To fringe or not to fringe?