When I was little, I had the bowl haircut. Short to the ears with bangs for as long as I can remember. Round about second grade I got some control of it, my mother allowing me to grow the back of it out longer, but for a little while there it was a little bit mullet-like. From probably the third grade on, it was long. L-O-N-G. You can do that when you are a kid, and into high school and college. My mom wasn't really one of those mom's that likes to style their daughter's hair (hence the bowl), so I played around with ponytails and French braids. I finally lost the bangs my sophomore year of high school, but for awhile gained a hair-flip tick that came along with too-long hair in my eyes that wasn't quite long enough to pin back yet. (Oh, and the bangs themselves were a huge mass because I had taken to cutting them myself.) It's a pretty picture, right?
Add into this that my hair is thick. Very, very thick. All of those cute little girls with those cute little barrettes and clips and bows? They'd slide right out, or I couldn't clasp them. I went from stick-straight hair to wavy hair as I got older, but not those beautiful Carrie Bradshaw waves. More of a devil-may-care wave that is exacerbated by me sleeping on it wet. And because of this, I don't like to style it. I hate the blow dryer. The curling iron is mostly useless. I have a good relationship with my flat iron, but the longer my hair gets, the longer it takes to flatten it out, and I just don't have that much time anymore.
|What I'm missing out on....Embroidered Owl Hair Clip by hairribbonboutique|
|Set of two sparkly siver iridescent hairpins by tinygalaxies|
|Smaller Sized Hair Barrette by northwestgoods|