I don’t know
why but I don’t like going to get my hair cut.
I put it off and put it off until my hair style is shaggy and all grown out
with lots of dry ends due to all my pool time.
One time I
was invited to my niece’s baptism and once again I’d put off going to the
salon. I thought I would take matters
into my own hands. How hard could it
be?
My hair was
short back then and cutting the bangs wasn’t so bad. The sides came off next, one side was longer
than the other so I kept snipping left and right until they were even, sort of,
and really, really short.
I remembered how the stylist used the clippers
to layer the hair in the back. I felt
confident that I could do it myself. I
started clipping the back of my head.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. The hair fell
to the floor and when I looked in the mirror—I had shaved all the hair off the
back of my head!
What to
do? What to do? I wore a sequined hat to the event thinking
no one would notice. Hah! Nothing escapes the eagle eyes of my older
sister Cindy. She noticed immediately
and wanted to know what had happened.
After
hearing my explanation, she shook her head and said, “Only you, Patti, only
you.” So I am no longer allowed to cut
my own hair—my children forbid it. I’m
due for a trim—overdue, actually.
I meant to
get it cut last weekend but there was this hurricane…
Have you
ever had a self-haircutting disaster?
Perhaps you cut someone else’s hair?
Please leave me a comment. I’d
love to hear from you!
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