One Sunday evening, a few weeks ago, I decided to bite the bullet and go ahead with it. I don’t know why, but I was suddenly tired of thinking about cutting my hair, and I was ready to do it! There may or may not have been a glass of liquid courage involved… Either that or I was just feeling extra confident in my abilities. I have cut my hair before, with the help of my aunt guiding me through the process via Skype. On that prior occasion, I cut my hair into layers and I loved the look. I don’t particularly like going to hair salons in Asia because they do not know how to cut thick hair like mine. So in my mind, I had two options… Cut my hair myself, or don’t cut it at all. I had made up my mind!
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As luck would have it, when I finally gained the courage to cut a fringe, I had no hair scissors. That should have been an indication to stop and wait until I could buy some, but boy oh boy, I had made up my mind to do it. And when Catherine makes up her mind to do something, she does it! So I went ahead and looked up some Youtube videos on how to cut a fringe, and then got out some ordinary stationery scissors and got down to cutting my hair. Justin sat with me at the mirror – for moral support – and to help remind me that I couldn’t stop halfway. And that was exactly what I did… I literally got halfway and thought that I was completely insane. I did however know that going to a salon in China might leave me disappointed anyway, so I kept going. I took off a little bit at a time until my fringe was at a length that seemed reasonable. I wanted it long and thick, but man, I didn’t realise that it would be as heavy as it was. When I was done Justin was so impressed that he looked like he’d fallen in love with me all over again, but me… well, I was a little shocked. I love my hair. I am thankful for the beautiful thick hair that God gave me. Thinking that I might have ruined it made me feel sick. There isn’t really a worse thing to have than a poorly cut fringe because it becomes part of your face. This was a whole new look for me, and at first, I will admit, I was a little freaked out. Every time I walked by the mirror I got a fright, and thought “Oh nooooo, what have I done?”
I woke up in the morning and my fringe looked like something out of a horror movie! It was all over the place! I quickly fixed it and then realised it was waaaaay to thick. I looked like a mushroom (see image to the right >>>)! I sent pictures to my closest girlfriends, asking them for honest opinions. They all liked it, but I still wasn’t completely confident with what I had done. Of course my friends, and especially my husband, had to say that it looked good… It wasn’t like I could un-cut it, so I presumed that they were all just being nice. I have since been receiving many messages asking how I feel about my fringe now. Do I like it? And have I learned to love it?
It’s been 2-3 weeks since I cut my bangs, and I have to say that I really love this look now. I have wanted it for quite some time, so I am glad that I went ahead and did it. I now hate wind more than I ever did before, but on the plus side, winter hats look super cute with this look.