Bangs. My first mid-life crisis.

I was getting my hair done today and thought about how I always wanted to get purple or blue streaky highlights in my hair when I go on maternity leave. I figure it would be the only time I won't need to look professional! But that plan has continuously been postponed so I figured hell, just chop some bangs! Of course, in my decision making process I fully consulted with my stylist first who was all for it. A mid-life crisis is a need for change, and as such, since my life is in a constant state of limbo, the change was my hair. Gerry is adapting, comparing it to assessing whether the new Benz model is much of an upgrade. I'll likely hate it once I have to style it on my own, but for now it is a statement for trying something new when not much  else changes.