Bangagong

Or in my case, gong the bangs.  Gong them hard.  FAIL.

Holy hair.

What have I done???

For years, I coveted bangs - the wispy, the side swept, the chunky, the feathered, all the bangs.

Having hair which is naturally extremely - and I mean corkscrew, porous, keratin-deprived, kinky hair, and having spent a lot of my teens and twenties trying to coax bangs into behaving, I knew what deliberately cutting my hair into a new fringe would mean.

It would mean a lot:  A lot of time, maintenance, product, aggravation, disappointment.

However.

Temptation is a funny thing.  Frequently faced with all manner of temptation, I score only so-so with resisting it.  Food, in particular, presents too great a temptation too often.  Ditto shopping.  The rest of it, I can largely resist.  But oh, the bangs.

I did it.

And by the power of the flatiron, they looked okay!  A bit shorter than I wanted -- I was going for this :

   Or this:  


But with red hair, and ever so slightly more body mass. Ehem.

As is the natural order of things, however, the newly cut bangs looked more like this:

Oh, all right, not as bad as that.  But shorter than I had hoped.  No worries though - it grew out and became long enough to not look so dorky...then long enough to be side swept...then long enough to need trimming.

Oh dear.  They were a little too short, and once the hair has been combed out within an inch of its life, it is all *poof* and frizzy.  And when I say frizzy, I mean fah-rizzy, like this:

  

But no worries.  I figured once I got home and set about repairing things with my own products and styling tools, I would be able to rein it in and make it look presentable.

Hi. It's essentially summer here.  The air?  Is warm.  Which means I perspire.  Particularly along my scalp, where my hair is.  That means the hair gets wet.  Which means it goes BOING.  And gets BIG.  So I have to take a leap of faith, apply forty seven metric tons of product and flatiron that sh*t into submission.  

Which brings us to my new summer look:

But. With. Curls.

It is not good.

I've tentatively arrived at the conclusion that maybe bangs can happen from October / November until May or June, and then, we have to let them grow out and comb them into the tumbly, curly wilds of my insane hair.

Because with hair like this... it's going to be a long summer.