I was going to write a post about my weird obsession with
dream interpretation, but that will have to wait for another day because I did
something marvelously stupid today and it warrants a post.
My hair is super long right now; I think longer than it’s
ever been. And let me tell you, long
hair is a hassle. It gets stuck in
seatbelts and car doors, is found everywhere around the house (shower drain,
carpet, ‘Geddon’s hands, ‘Geddon’s binkie, food, socks, et cetera ad nauseam),
and causes me slight whiplash when I’m cuddling with The Man and go to sit up
without realizing his arm is resting on top of my hair. Plus it gets knots in it quicker than a
sailor’s necktie and takes eons to style.
I had to wake up two hours early one Sunday because I wanted to curl my
hair for church. So of course, I’m ready
for a change.
Now, the tense in that last paragraph was a little off; mainly
so I could create some lead-up to this story.
See, I cut my hair off today.
I’ve been wanting to take off a few inches for a while now,
and my bangs were much longer than I like them.
Now, my awesome sister-in-law who lives mere minutes away is a cosmetologist and
has never given me a bad haircut, but she’s at a busy time in her life right
now and I didn’t want to hassle her.
Plus, it always looks so easy when you read the tutorials online. So I trucked Stormageddon off to Sally’s (a
beauty supply store), bought some scissors and a mirror so I could see the back
of my head, and hurried home. I decided
I would document the entire experience with pictures so I could show you all
how incredible I am at following directions.
Ready for my anti-tutorial/how-to-not instructions?
Get you
some scissors, fool. I bought two
kinds – one for creating nice layers (one side is toothy) and one for
straight-up cutting. I had to use
scissors to get the scissors out of their packaging, which I thought was kind
of funny. Does it work that way with
office scissors too? I threw “Geddon in
the background to make this picture more interesting.
Make sure yous chilluns is entertained. I tried a mirror, and that didn’t work. So I put him next to me in the bathroom with
his jumper and that kinda worked for a while…but mostly he was just angry with
me until I threw food at him.
Admire yo’ long hairs. It’s going to be a while until you see them
again. Well, I guess you’ll see them in
the trash can, but that’s just kind of depressing.
Bangity Bangs. I used this tutorial to cut my bangs, but I wanted to make mine a little bit shorter than what she
had, so I ignored the “cut a tiny bit at a time” rule. Stupid, stupid me…
Cut those ends off. I kinda followed haircut #3 from this site. And it turned out okay, but didn’t really
look like I’d done much other than butcher my bangs. Stormageddon thought it was hilarious when I
had my ponytail in front of my face.
Become a total moron and come up with your
own “clever” way of getting some layers in there. Here’s where it all really fell apart. I thought, “hey! I want ‘a little boost in the back’ like
haircut #2 boasts, but I want to keep my length. Maybe I should try it with just a section of
my hair!” I honestly thought this was
going to turn out awesome, you guys. I
felt so smart. I even came up with the
ingenious idea of double-banding the hair so I would still know where to cut
even if my fingers slipped. It did not
turn out well. Maybe if I had used tiny
amounts of hair at a time instead of half of my head…oh well.
Freak out and cut off the rest of your hair
to match. My sanity was long-gone by
now. You can see it in my “crazy eyes.”
Cry and sweep up your luscious locks from
the floor.
Wash and dry your hair to see if that makes
it look any better.
Hide it in a tiny ponytail. I’ve always been curious about how I would
look as a boy. Now I know. Insane.
And now I’ve got an appointment with my sister-in-law anyway
to have her fix my hair, so I didn’t help anyone with my solution. The funny thing is, I’ve done this
before. And EVERY SINGLE TIME it turns
out bad. I guess I got a little cocky
because I’ve been buzzing The Man’s head for him the past few months and it
usually looks pretty good. I just figured
wielding scissors would be exactly like buzzing a head a uniform length. Because that’s how my brain works apparently.
Moral of the story?
Don’t cut your own hair.
Ever. And marry someone with a
sibling who graduated in cosmetology.