Do you know what's a bad idea? Having a few drinks and then deciding to cut your own hair. I have a really bad history of cutting my hair when I haven't had any alcohol to drink, never mind after having a couple. Mr. J always cringes when he peaks into the bathroom and sees me looking into the mirror and holding the scissors. He says he always knows how it's going to end; me periodically yelling "Oh no!" or "Ahhh!" Or "Crap!!" And then I get mad at myself for attempting to cut my own hair, and ruining it.
It almost always turns out horrible but twice my bangs ended up looking completely disastrous! I wouldn't like how they looked so I'd try to fix it. Then just try to tweak it a bit more. And before I knew it my bangs were an inch and a half long and standing straight up! I had to wear hand bands or a hat for two months! Till they were finally long enough that they looked normal. Did I mention I cut my hair often, like every two months. You'd think I'd learn right?
Well I sort of got smarter. I started convincing Mr. J to cut my hair. The first two times I loved it! So the other night while waiting for Mr. J to come home from working night shift, I decided to cut my hair when he got home.
He goes into the bedroom to change and comes out to find me in the bathroom with scissors in my hand.
"What are you doing?!?! Don't cut your bangs! You know how it'll turn out!"
I said "Fine then. You cut them."
Begrudgingly he agrees to. I get the hair set up and show him how I want him to cut it. There are layers in it so I want him to trim the top one. He cuts it and I really like how it looks, so I decide he should cut the rest of the layers while he's at it. He begins the second one. I'm a little nervous but I've like how he's done it in the past so I figure it will turn out fine. He states he is finished that layer and steps back. I look into the mirror and gasp! The one right side is 2 inches longer then the left side! Mr. J claims it looked straight when he was doing it. If I want he can fix it. By now I'm freaking out. I decided to just do it myself. So off I go chopping away. It gets shorter and shorter and still not the same length.
Finally it looks as even as I am going to get it. I look at it as a whole.... and almost cry. It is THAT bad. It looks so horrific that all I would have to do is cut the top layer really short and I would have a mullet. Needless to say I am freaking out. There is no hairstyle I can wear it in where it doesn't look bad.So looks like I am going to have to find a hairstylist in town here and hope they can fix it so I can return to going in public without having to wear a hat.
I'd like to say I learned my lesson. But check back with me in two months.
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