Okay, I am going to have to hide the scissors and clippers. We are drunk with power over here.
Today is the first day in three days that I haven't taken scissors to my hair. I am willing myself to leave my hair alone EVEN THOUGH MY TENDRILS STILL NEED TRIMMING. (it's still a ridiculous word: tendrils)
Sigh.
Kevin used the shears again on his hair. It turned out, of course, perfect and we hate him a tiny bit. It was longer than he liked it so now that he was feeling brave, he trimmed it shorter.
He wondered aloud "Like, is it good enough that I don't have to pay to get my haircut?" Remarkably, YES. It is good enough. Boys have it so easy.
I did my first big cut on Sunday...what day is it, even?... Swistle asked which method I used and I felt silly that I left that most important part out. But of course I did, because I am me.
I did the pony method first. I brushed it over my head, gathered it at the peak of my forehead and gathered it again about three inches from the ends. (this one was in a different video so a little false reporting there. Well done, me)
It looked okay. But as the day wore on, because I have baby hair, it was getting static-y and tangled, like when it's been layered. (which is almost what has happened)
And OMG, Kevin went into flopsweat when I told him I cut my hair. He mentioned that it looked nice and I said thanks, I just cut it. Dude had panic in his eyes. Made me LAUGH because, you know: Fair. Now he knows how I felt when he asked for my help. Sometimes Karma is instant.
The next morning, I did the two pony thing and it's not as easy as it looks. Or I was just overly-anxious about it. You try and decide which.
Because parting my hair on top of my head is easy. To continue the part in the back though is a hand-eye coordination skill I do not possess. I did the best that I could and then had the same hand-eye coordination problem with angling the scissors.
This is where I do say that I am ambidextrous. In this situation, that came in handy. (Ha! PUN!) It was the actual measuring and angling that I struggled with. Finally I turned away from the mirror and just committed. Because I realized that I can just blunt cut it again if I screwed it up.
It's so much better! I'm so happy that I did it. And yes, of course I want to do MORE. But eventually I will run out of hair and have to move.
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I cut Paul's hair this weekend. (I set him up out in the driveway, to avoid the hair-all-over-the-sink thing.) I was planning to cut my own, but it did that thing hair does when it knows you have an appointment: it turned out perfect and was easy to comb. So then I didn't cut it after all.
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