As I said, Christine got a haircut last weekend.
We didn't go to a salon, and it took almost three hours.
Want to know why?
Because I cut it.
"Hey, Liv, want to cut off my hair this weekend?"
"Are you insane?! I don't know how to cut hair! That's my mum's job! No way!"
"Hair grows! I want to donate it. All you have to do is cut off my ponytail then...fix it."
"Christine, I'm not afraid of cutting the ponytail. It's the "fixing it" part that I am nervous about."
She convinced me. I made her pinky promise to be my friend after, no matter what. I was fidgeting around all morning, thinking of ways to get out of it, to no avail.
Ah hem:
Before
During
& After
I think she looks lovely! I am prrreeetty proud of myself.
"What happens if I slip and cut a wicked short piece?"
"Hair grows."
"What if it's completely uneven?"
"Hair grows!"
We Skyped my mum later, and she gave us a few tips for next time. Thanks, Mama!
Wait, did I just say next time?
It was lots of fun, but so very nerve-racking.
Hope you still like your hair, Chris! <3
P.S.
On an unrelated note, see that little box over there?
It's my Formspring. It's fun. It also helps to pass the time.
*cough*nudge*cough*
Just putting it out there.
2 comments:
great job!! It looks rather flattering on your friend too!
♥cheche
THANKS LIV!!!
and since you did say "next time"...when my hair is all grown, we will have to do it again! hah. You did lovely...and I still like it, no worries!!
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