I've grown up never having step foot in a barber or salon to get my hair done as my mom has always been my hairdresser. I've got my hair wash, cut and permed by her, and soon she taught me how to help her with perming her hair. I realised I'm crap at curling bunches of hair around the perming sticks and disliked the smell of perming solution.
Then finally mom got too tired of perming her hair and decided she just wanted to get it cut, but needed help with cutting the back as it's the hardest to get straight on your own. So I started to get used to cutting her hair, and 2 weeks back, she asked me to give her a haircut. I was rather sick of her usual layered look and decided to give her a cut with no proper look in mind. I just knew I wanted it no too short, yet short enough that all she had to do was run her hands through and not look crazy. More importantly, she could do without all the stupid little clips she used to hold up errant locks.
I then got a bit frustrated with my long hair and decided to get it cut. However, I knew I didn't want the bob I'm always sporting, and couldn't really tell what I wanted. So mom told me to go try cutting my own hair and see what came out of it. I decided today that I would get down to it and just went into the bathroom, scissors in hand, and chopped a load off. Finally, I managed to get something I was alright with just as my arm was getting too tired and my aim was getting crap.
So my first attempt, which needs a second trimming, was rather good if I should say so myself.
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