There comes a time in my life, about once a year, when I decide that I am in desperate need of an immediate change.
I need to mix things up, get rid of the bad, and reveal the good.
And, inevitably, this life-pruning comes to complete fruition with a new haircut.
It would be wise for me to go to a salon and allow a licensed hair-care professional to do the revealing for me.
In these circumstances, however, I am not wise. Ever.
I tell myself I don’t want to spend the money on a haircut, I don’t want to go through the hassle of making an appointment and waiting, but the real truth is I have this weird desire to be able to say I did that myself.
I may end up with an inferior product in the end, but the knowing that I did it seems to make up for it.
I was feeling this spur of the moment need to DO SOMETHING MYSELF NOW the other day and as luck would have it there was a pair of sharp scissors located under my bathroom sink. Purple plastic handles, matte-silver blades, just waiting for me to make magic. If there is one thing I am NOT about my hair–it is timid.
I opened up those scissors and started out carefully. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. It wasn’t liberating enough. CHOP! There went a large section of hair that is now a large section of bangs. CHOP! There went the other half. If I’m cutting bangs, I might as well cut some layers right? CHOP CHOP CHOP! What better to finish off the haircut than some framing around my face? More chopping, and after about 20 minutes I had a bathroom completely covered in hair, hair down my shirt, under the edge of the sink, completely covering the towel on the floor; but most importantly I had myself a brand-spanking-new haircut that I did myself.
During the cleanup I started to think, “Well, I hope I haven’t completely ruined my hair…” but I quickly shoved those feelings out of my brain. It looked good, and I didn’t have to pay for it.
Day 2: UTTER DISASTER!!! My hair was so fluffy and huge, it wasn’t used to so little weight. What had I done to myself? Why couldn’t I have simply gone to a salon like a normal person? Luckily–this is why someone invented the hair straightener.
Day 3: I came to terms with the fact that I was going to have to straighten my bangs on a regular basis.
Now, a few days later, I am again loving my DIY haircut. It may not look as good as it would have if I had gone to a salon, but, by gum, I DID IT!