I like to joke with my friends that I have a cutting problem, no, not the self-abuse type, but more like the wardrobe-enhancement type...It's all been documented on this blog somewhere, I cut boots, boots, and boots, inches off dress hems, pants and after reading this I think Garance has taken a page from my book :) and I'll be trying that fur sure sometime soon...
But one thing I hadn't dared until this weekend was cutting my own hair. There's something a little reckless, wild or maybe desperate about the idea of cutting one's own hair.
Visions of women on the lam (Salt), or needing to become a man (Joan of Arc), or just simply losing one's mind (Britney Spears) come to mind.
I assure you, it was none of these. Just the feeling that I couldn't stand my long drab hair for one more minute, the impatience to wait for an actual appointment from my regular hair person, and the confidence that I could actually do it made me grab the scissors during Sunday cartoons.
It would be cool if this were a do-it-yourself instructional post where I could teach you how to cut your own hair. Alas, I would not recommend doing this at home. I think it is one cutting job that should actually be left to the professionals.
It is good enough for my wavy hair that you can hide a lot of imperfections in although there may be a few straggling hairs here-n-there that I haven't found yet. It'll be a work in progress - as haircuts should never be.
But the worst part about it was clean up!