Haircut

Possibly the last time I had bangs

I’ve been wearing the same A-line haircut for several years. As a friend of mine says of the haircut she had even longer than I’ve had mine, I like to think I wear it well. I was plagued by my very fine, very straight hair, and a mother who believed in perms. But now it’s okay hair - still fine, still straight, but product has made it much more manageable. It’s pretty much silver, heading toward white, which makes it striking because almost everyone dyes their hair (Daughter Erin’s is currently pink). I get a lot of compliments on it, which is silly because the effect is due solely to the young woman who cuts my hair.

But I was getting a little bored. So when I went in a few days ago I asked about bangs. Piece-y bangs, wispy bangs, whatever. My stylist - is that what they’re called now? - was a little concerned because once you have bangs there’s no going back until they grow out. Which is silly because the thing I don’t like about any haircut is that it’s attached to my face and I don’t like my face.

So she gave me some wispy bangs and I went home. I was looking in the mirror, pushing the bangs around, and it hit me - Randy will never see my bangs. I’m not sure why this makes me so sad - Randy will never see anything again. I guess every time I make a change to anything I am reminded that he’s really gone.