Haircut

I am forever saying, "Oh I want to grow my hair out." It never fails, though, that after a while my growing hair starts to look shaggy and I get impatient and cut it off. This is exactly what happened a couple of days ago.

I was skyping with my fam online last week. Looking at my video chat window, I saw myself and came to an awful conclusion: I have the exact same haircut as Professor Snape from the Harry Potter movies. This, ladies and gentlemen, was my hair:


Clearly, something had to be done.

So, fast foward a few days. My friend, Caroline, is over at my place using my internet. After she finishes doing her thing I say, "You wanna do something fun?" She says, "Yes .... wait, what is it?" I grin (probably a bit maniacally) and say, "Let's cut my hair!"

Aaaand away we go to the bathroom. I give her my only pair of scissors, used for cutting paper, yarn, tape, and now hair. We wet down my hair and get to it. I select a chunk of hair and show with two fingers where I want her to cut. "I want it this short," I say. She gives me this are-you-absolutely-sure look and then cuts.

And, oh, folks! You should have seen the panic/terror on her face as the first big wet chunk of hair hit the tiled floor! Her face was hilarious. She was like, "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe you letting me do this. This is going to end badly ..." A few more cuts later she murmurs, "This is not fun anymore. I'm going to mess up your hair and ..." mumble mumble mumble ... But I'm excited! This is fun! It's guerilla haircutting - you're in your bathroom and some masked figure jumps in, cuts your hair, and runs out. How fun is that?!

At the end, after all was said and blow-dried, it actually looked good. It's sort of a 1920's bob with a little bit of bangs swept to the side. Here's the only pic I got before my reluctant hairstylist demanded to take a break.


I'm quite pleased with it, actually. It looks good and I didn't have to go somewhere to get it done. Well done, Secret Hairstylist!