You can’t tell me you’ve never had one of these conversations with your sister.. or best friend.. or random stranger. Here’s how our conversation went down. Come back next week for a new subject!
J: Cutting your own hair is an activity that requires total acceptance of whatever the outcome may be. If you’re not willing to accept what happens, don’t pick up the scissors.
Don’t you think a huge part of it has to do with how cheap said person (you) is?
Totally! But I’ve accepted that I’m the cheapest of skates out there.
What is a ‘skate’ per se?
You always manage to ask the most important questions…
My husband says the same thing. I’ll take that as a compliment that I have the best listening skills around.
The skill comes from having the rest of the family continually talk over whatever you say.
Touché.. But oh so true. Middle child syndrome is for real.
But back to the question at hand. I’m cheap. I cut my own hair. In the bathroom. With my kitchen scissors. I sometimes wash the scissors afterwards…
Okay. That’s gross. Why am I coming to visit you??
Because you love me… And now you know the risks.
Also, I’m cheap… I pay to have my hair cut twice a year (slow grower over here) and I cut my husband’s hair… Poorly.
I guess I pay to have my hair cut about as often as you, but my bangs need some trimming in between visits.
I just pretend I’m growing my bangs out for 8 months out of every year. And I think you got your bang hacking tendencies from your mother.
That is so true. I’m not sure how I ever made it to school on time during my youth. Every morning the scissors were handed to me so that I could “fix” whatever damage Mom had done to her hair. The worst part is, I think I only ever made it worse… Why did she keep trusting me?
Moral of the story… Get a better job and leave it to the professionals.