It's a (not very important) issue I've struggled with for a while now.
Bangs or no bangs.
Bangs seem like a lot of work. There's upkeep required. Not my strong suit. And the inevitable growing out is protracted and painful.
But then my always tactful mother asked me last weekend, "Will you please do me a favor? Cut her hair before your brother's wedding. Her face looks too thin without bangs."
Um, thanks Mom. For making me paranoid that my gorgeous, gorgeous girl looks freaky.
But then my friend Emily pointed out that while my child doesn't look freaky to her, her wispy baby hair is difficult to manage in its current state. It's always in her face, requiring daily pigtails or else barrettes that need frequent adjustments. So she recommended bangs, too.
So for the high price of $3 ($5 with tip), I took Calliope to a local Dominican place -- we were the only ones actually there for a haircut, everyone else was getting things washed and set and styled -- she got herself some bangs.
I had major haircutter's (***made up word) remorse afterwards. It looked kind of awkward and awful.
But now I like it a lot better. It's felt very liberating to let her run around all day with her hair just... hanging down! That hasn't happened in many months.
Only bad thing is that I asked her to only cut a few bangs, and so there's still some hair in her face. May need to get a little more cut next weekend.