For the second time since December, I have trimmed my own hair.No, it did not turn out like the above photo. Just thought it was a funny picture. Poor little guy!
I don't think it turned out badly at all, in fact. This time I cut it dry, using my fingers as a guide.
I don't know why I'm doing this. A few hours at Gene Juarez appeals to me. Really. But for some reason, I just don't feel like going through the hassle of making an appointment, rushing to Northgate, fighting for a parking space, changing into a smock, sitting and waiting while Kyle finishes with his other clients, consulting with another one of the revolving band of colorists, making innane conversation with the colorist, saying "no, no no" to each product sales pitch, thumbing through back-issues of Metropolitan Home and Italian Vogue, figuring out what to tip, getting cash for said tip if I only have my debit card handy, changing back into my shirt, and walking back to my car, remembering I forgot to go to the bathroom when I was inside the salon.
It was a lot easier to stand in front of my bathroom mirror and make a few snips here and a few snips there.
I think going dateless for so long is starting to have quite an impact on me.
Don't know if it's good or not. Just different.
