When i cut my hair?

There are few things in life more terrifying and exhilarating than a haircut. One moment you’re feeling confident, the next your locks are lying haphazardly on the salon floor, as if they’ve never been attached to your head at all. It’s enough to make even the most stoic of us break out in a cold sweat.

But that was nothing compared to what happened when I decided to take matters into my own hands and cut my hair myself.

The Pre-Cut Panic

I had been thinking about cutting my hair for weeks. Every time I looked in the mirror, it seemed like something was off – too much volume here, not enough there – and I knew that only drastic action could fix it. So one evening, after one too many glasses of wine (always a good idea), I grabbed some scissors from the drawer and got started.

At first, everything seemed fine. Sure, sections of hair were falling around me like golden brown confetti, but that was part of the fun! And then…the panic set in.

The Regret Sets In

As soon as I took scissors to scalp (well actually its hairs), regret washed over me like an icy wave. What was once a level-headed plan now revealed itself as pure madness or maybe stupidity? Or perhaps more honestly “What on earth have i done?” rushed through my mind,

But by then it was too late: half of my hair had already been lobbed off with reckless abandon (sigh). Now began unlimited google search torture only helpful advice can be found online(or sarcasm) for which yoga might come handy!

DIY Doomsday Disaster

To say that everything went wrong would be an understatement on this occasion because i turned into an absolute baldy (Oops). The left side resembled some sort downward sloping gradient and the fringe was so crooked you would think I had been sawing it with a blunt ax. The only thing that resembled its former glory was a section at the crown, which i actually forgot why touched in retrospect.

You know how we always say that there’s no such thing as a stupid question? (Welllllll….) Apparently, the same cannot be said about hair cuts (chuckles).

Going All Out

The next morning came too soon and when i looked into the mirror fear washed over me like Hollywood’s disaster movies probably instill in elderly people; It wasn’t until after thoroughly re-evaluating my CV/resume did I realize that jokes replace positive experiences for ‘I thrive well under pressure’ worked no more…

But all hope wasn’t lost because sometimes failing miserably implies creative solutions must follow!(Right?).So beauty rituals selection began and finding new ways to glamorize this dull look increasingly became my guilty pleasure.

Short Hair Comes with Responsibilities

As days turned into weeks to months then years(Who is counting?), things slowly improved.(#Hope).The feeling of vulnerability dictated huge steps forward- bold lip colours complimented by beautiful necklaces were on top of my list.Everyday was an opportunity for something different but secretly hoping someone wouldn’t ask if everything was alright But oh well life carries on… Henceforth their mission statement around short hairstyles.(sigh)

It’s worth noting also that owning scissors should come with instructions or better yet license but what do i know! The artistry required shows itself through balance proportions , usage of electrical tools(e.g clippers) etc otherwise one might end up looking like mumu(ha ha ha)

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