You think by now I would have learned my lesson, but oh-no, I cut and then think back to why I shouldn't. No, I wasn't cutting the kids hair or anyone else's. They're smart. They go to the barber shop. I'm talking about my own. Not the whole thing, just my bangs. The part that everyone sees right off the bat, the first impression.
This morning as I was getting ready to head off to an enjoyable gossip session at coffee klatch, I decided my bangs definitely needed a trim. I figured why not do it myself again. Then I have more gossip time with the ladies. I got out the scissors, took ahold of my bangs, and went about thinking what would be the best way to do it. I decided to give a different method a go and instead of cutting them below my fingers because one end always ends up longer than the other, I decided to cut above them. Maybe this time I'd make a straight line. Maybe next time I should have a cup of caffeine first and think real hard about this experience. Not only did I cut them shorter than they've been in a long time because I didn't account for the extra bang-age in between my fingers, they were definitely on an angle and I had to even them up so they didn't look too short and on a downward slope. I now feel like when I meet someone they're thinking "wow, those are short bangs" and "who lowered your eyebrows?".
One of these days I'll learn. One of these days I'll reflect back on not only this bang trimming experience, but every other one in the past where I got a little overzealous with the project. Next time I'm going to think about it, back away from the scissors, and leave the cutting to the professionals...maybe. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.