I now have bangs. Okay, very long bangs, but it took me a long time to work up to this. The last time I had bangs was in fifth grade and I convinced Dad to let me get a very unfortunate haircut when Mom was out of town for the weekend. Whoops. I paid for that one...by having very stupid, springy bangs!
This time it turned out much better. I feel like a new woman. And the good news: I know how to use a straightener and blow dryer to control those bangs...which is the difference between now and 10 year-old Lindsey.
Editor's Note: I realize in these pictures that it looks like I'm lying about the bangs. They're there...trust me, conservative as they are.