It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time...

OK ladies, (and maybe some gentlemen) by show of hands...how many of you have gotten bored with your hair, bored in general or felt inspired and picked up scissors? How many of you almost instantly regretted it? I'd be willing to bet a good chunk of money that the number of "doing" and "regretting" is exactly even. We have ALL done it. Some of us even feel brave and go the color route. I have a story about going blonde and actually ending up with polka-dots on one part but we're discussing cuts so that story has to wait.

Monday night...Valentine's Day, I was laying on the couch, skimming emails when I remembered I needed to schedule a haircut. I also remembered the last chick who cut my hair and refused me bangs when I requested them. "OH no! I never cut bangs on clients who aren't already sporting them. You just don't know if it looks good until it's too late." I told her I've had bangs tons of times and I really just wanted long ones to give more styling options. Still, I was denied. That very rarely sits well with me. I remembered this exchange as I laid on the couch and decided, I will cut myself my OWN bangs. Oh yes, I would so show her. I consulted YouTube for tutorials and learned not to do it wet, snip in small sections vertically. Also saw something about "don't do it at home"...blah blah.

Feeling empowered I went into my bathroom with the haircutting shears and had a flashback of cutting my little sister's bangs when we were about 12 and seven, not to dwell in the past I'll just briefly say she had to spike her bangs for weeks. I parted, clipped, checked and double checked the section for evenness, etc. Then I took a deep breath, and grabbed a large section and clipped it about an inch above my chin. I immediately remembered I hated bangs. With some cleaning up, measuring, checking length and so on, I realized how hard it is to cut bangs with hair in your eyes. I went way too close to my ear on the right side and froze. I refuse to really look too closely at it because I'm pretty sure it looks like the beginnings of a fabulous mullet.

I had an appointment to have it fixed this morning but, her daughter is sick so I'm first appointment on Wednesday morning. I swear I heard her roll her eyes when I confessed my indiscretion.

I am damn sure not posting a before but, y'all will get the "after."

I'm sharing this story per request of my sweet friend Paula. Moral of this story is...we didn't go to Beauty School for a reason.