23 Nov 2012
Fringe. No fringe. Fringe. No fringe. You get the picture.
When I was small I had long, poker straight hair with a super heavy fringe, which my Mum used to 'tend to' with the kitchen scissors. In all my childhood pictures the first thing you notice is my giant fringe. Once I got old enough to make my own decisions, I ditched it and for a long time my hair was all one length and I didn't think too much about it. I curse the day I decided to chop them back in because ever since I've been in two minds. I love a fringe, for like a week...then I want nothing more than hair all one length, long and swishy and free of fuss...and then I want a fringe again. Maddening!