I bet you can guess what it is. It's certainly not a smoldering, sexy glare, now, is it.
It's that thing. That billboard over my eyes. "The Lombard," as I call it. I've disliked it all my life, along with other facial things (long nose, huge nostrils, moon face). In photos, I literally have to have George place his head BEHIND my head so that I don't appear to be two inches from the camera while he is at normal range. He knows the drill: we get a photo, he backs up a smidge.
My head has always been big.
Exhibit A: Baby picture.
Dang. How did my neck hold that up?
Normally, I wear bangs of some kind. Lately I've been sporting what would normally be a heavy, blunt bang, except 14 hairs that make up bangs can never look heavy:
But then I started to feel like I was reincarnating this:
I'm not big on side swept bangs for myself. I think it reminds me of 8th grade. Yikes.
George never has much to say about what I wear or how I wear my hair. I just can't get an honest opinion out of him. In 29 years of marriage, the only preference he ever uttered was that he liked me with bangs better than without.
So I guess that's another reason I've kept the fringe.
But I just can't settle the issue, and every day of my life, I decide to let them grow out and then promptly trim them. Anyone else have Multiple Bang Style Personality Disorder?