What Have I Done?

What is it about mothers that get it into their minds that they can give hair cuts? I sometimes see my children, with their scraggely hair, and think "yah, I can do that. Just a couple of snips here and an inch or two and wala!" It never works out that way. I have given my husband a bald spot, Eden received a nice slanted shoulder cut and Olivia has been mistaken as cleopatra before with the bang thing.

Well, I have done it again. Got it into my little head that I can do a pretty good job. I take Eden to Kid Cuts nowadays but Olivia, she is just a babe still. I decided that it was just getting too long for my taste and I think her personality fits the "bobb" look better. I did it. I opened up that hair cutting box and it all happened in slow motion like my brain was giving me extra time to reconsider. I wet down her hair (mistake #1) then grabbed the scissors and pulled some down. Cut, cut, cut. No rhyme, no reason, just straight across.

Before I knew it, there was more in my hand than I remember cutting and it is shorter than the other side so I have to cut the other side to match and it goes on and on. I should have just stopped mid cut and rushed her to the emergency hair salon but I didn't. I remember thinking, "save me!"

Now, before you all anxiously scroll down to see the horrific outcome, you can't tell by the pictures. I know it is bad but the camera doesn't really pick it up. I have seen it dry now and it is not pretty in all its 50 layers of glory. Wait 'til she gets a good night's sleep to induce bed head, then I will know the catastrophic consequences of my actions.




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Stayed tuned until tomorrow when I get back from Kid Cuts.