Beauty School Drop-out

That's what I feel like a lot of the time. Although if I had actually gone to cosmetology school, I'd feel a lot better.

Kirk ALWAYS insists I cut his hair, and I always push it off as long as I possibly can, cause I hate doing it.

Womens hair, sure why not. I've watched enough women get their hair cut that i'm pretty good at winging it.

Mens hair, unless I'm cutting all the same length with a razor, I'm really not very good...

Cut to tonight when I'm not able to put it off any longer, and Kirk demands firmly requests his hair be done. Now last time, by miracle, it turned out mostly ok. So this time I figure if I can just do it the exact same way, I'll be alright.

15 minutes later I'm in the bathroom, crying harder than I'd care to admit because I think it looks awful. There are waaaaay too many people that are going to see him over the next couple weeks till it looks a little better again.

I've always been an "emotional" person, but sometimes I feel like I'm excessive. Really? A bad haircut sending me into hysterics? LA-ame.

Now is there anyone out there that's good at cutting mens (and womens for that matter, cause mine is a mess) that feels like taking a Vegas vacation? Free room!!

Whaaaaat!?

Guess what world?

I. Have. Internet.

FINALLY

And with the internet comes with wonderful things like....

This

This

And this

Which leads me to the admission of this....

Sorry for blowing up your Pinterest home pages folks. 

After going 3 years without regular internet usage, i'm kind of binging now.

I promise it'll stop. Eventually. Probably.

Till then, enjoy!