You know what they say about cutting your hair on a whim at three in the morning – it’s always a good idea and you should never think twice about it.
So, I cut my fringe the other night!
Do Americans ever say fringe or do you always call them bangs? (Which makes no fucking sense, by the way, but does sound pretty cool.)
I’ll be honest, I cut it shorter than intended. I haven’t been to a hairdresser in a decade, so I’ve cut my fringe shorter than I set out to many times in the past ten years.
First you cut, then there’s the moment of panic, then there’s the ‘I guess it’s not that bad’, then ‘I’ll pretend this is what I meant to do’, and finally ‘if I think it looks terrible I’ll just raise my eyebrows like I’m constantly surprised so it looks the right length until it grows out a bit’.
Anyway, it turns out I like it so it’s all good.
Also, I discovered a WAY easier way to cut them this time. Electric razor! Instantly cuts in a straight line. You just section off the bit you’re going to trim and jab it with the razor all the way across. (Starting in the middle so you don’t get a weird angle.) So much easier than scissors!
Just be careful you’re not leaning forward too far or it might end up shorter than intended.
And mind your eyebrows.
