Feliz Navidad....dodoo dubedoo
Adam's hair was growing into a flowing mullet and so, this weekend, he asked me to trim up the back. Now, I've cut Adam's hair before but not when it's long. Not when it's glorious long, blond beauty. But I put on my big girl panties and took the scissors to his locks.
At first, I couldn't stop laughing. I had cut the back of his hair straight across and he looked like a little Dutch boy. Like a girl with a bob haircut. Bad.
Somehow, though, I reached inside to every salon experience I've ever had and rounded it off. I swept sections of hair up with my comb and began jabbing at it with my scissors to create layers. Well, I am happy to report that amidst the piles of hair on the ground stood a fine looking man with a very nice haircut.
Now I don't have the documentation currently since our camera is charging but just you wait. I did that thing right.
5 comments:
Should I just call you "Camille Mitchell" of the Paul Mitchell company? Haha. Okay that was kind of silly. Good for you! Glad to see the haircut was a success!
There is no way I would ever attempt to cut Caleb's hair.....it is already scary - there is no telling what I would do to it!
Perhaps barbering IS genetic! Tell Adam to be glad that you didn't have the clippers like Dad did this summer when he cut all of us!
Freelands hair needs this badly - you want to come over and work your magic?? Or teach me?? Cause its gotta be done ASAP
It's THANG, dangit! "I did that THANG right!"
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