Bang! Bang! Bangs!

Today felt utterly blasé. So what does one do as result of being bored to tears? Cut bangs! I so kid. The last time (and final time) I rocked bangs was when I was pregnant with my son (I blame my bipolar hormones) and I cursed my husband (for approximately 8 months) for sperminating me to begin with because they looked cute for 10 hot minutes and then I was over them. Between styling them and always feeling hot (I swear, bangs make one physically feel 30 degrees warmer) — I was vehemently pissed at my poor life decision. 

 RATTLED. INFURIATED. SOMEONE CALL THE CRAZY COPS.

Anyhoo, back to being bored today. I had a few minutes to kill before picking up the kiddos so I popped into Gables Beauty Supply which is always a guaranteed good time — kinda like visiting your crazy Aunt Peg after she’s imbibed one too many Long Island iced teas. Uh huh.

I snooped around a bit and filled up my basket with the usual suspects — tingling face masks with the promise of erasing 7 years (7 years!) off my mug, Mistral soaps, zit creams, Essie polishes, more zit creams and other questionable knickknacks. And then — poof! — I stumbled upon the magical hair extension aisle and spotted clip-in bangs.

HOLY GRAIL OF HAIR! WHAT A BLAST OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.

I obviously bought a pair by Hair Do in a chestnut brown hue for $27. The toupée-like piece is super easy to put in compliments of 3 dummy-proof clasps. The end result? Instant bangs without the commitment. Or histrionic fits.  And I beat those boredom blues. A total twofer in my book.