snip, snip, clip, clip, oh what a trippy trip
So a few weeks ago I decided to cut my hair. I got out the trash can, wet my hair and pulled out the clipper box. To my dissapoint there were NO scissors in the box. Reggie bought new clippers when he moved up to Utah and I didn't come with scissors :(. Well I decided that it was probably a good idea:). Until...
I bought some NEW scissors :) Well it has been a long week and I needed to feel like a woman again. So without even thinking about it, I went from the shower directly to my brand new scissors. I think it was partly due to an emotional breakdown that didn't totally come. Anywho I just started cutting without even knowing what I was doing. I shed a few tears during the process thinking; what on earth am I doing. Then a few laughs. Kids screaming outside my door and the sound of the snip snip. I am excited to say that I love it. Being in Utah and very far away from my amazing stylist I was pretty nervous to find someone for my hair. It isn't perfect (I am not Marie :)) but I did it and I am glad it is no longer driving me crazy. This is not the first time I have done this, nor will it probably be the last. But I am not always this lucky. I have done a pretty bad job before :)