I didn't do a whole lot to it besides getting bangs. Which I suppose is kind of a dramatic change, seeing as I haven't had (straight across) bangs since middle school. (At least not successful ones.)
So here's a brief of that experience.
I went to Hairmaster's, due to repeatedly being horrified with the results of going to the place by Win-Co, which I still don't even know the name of after going there for 4 years. I sat around looking through books of hair seeing if I could find any references of what I wanted. No luck, unfortunately.
I got stuck in a chair and listened to two hair stylists and a client talk about babies and Jersey Shore.
About half an hour later (most of that time being spent straightening my hair. It's ridiculous how long it takes now that it's grown out so much.) I had my hair cut and it looked good. Then she was like "Your hair is flat, should I add a little volume, or do you like it that way?" I said no, it's a constant battle trying to get my hair to not lay flat to my head. So she used the flat iron to give me some volume. Then she started back combing and I was like WHAT THE FUCK. She gave me a giant poof monster on my head and I was embarrassed by the hideousness of it. Those things look bad enough on other people, it was terrible on me. I think she was concentrated too much on Jersey Shore and decided whorish Italian girl would be a good look for me, too. So the second we were out of her sight, I ran my fingers through my hair a thousand times to flatten it. However, all in all it was a good experience and I got the haircut I was hoping for. And my bangs are versatile!
So yes. There you have it. I am a changed woman.
Okay, not really. But I have bangs.
♥sloane
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