Cutting it off

Before this evening, it had been 18 months since my last hair cut. Even my fabulous, soft, wonderful hair can't go that long without getting a split end or two. Needless to say, it was time for a trim. I should have taken the time to get a cut before I left Phoenix. I definitely would have if I had known then that decent haircuts in London would set me back about £60. Yikes! It's definitely out of my budget for the time being, so I decided I'd try it myself. After all, I'd seen my hairdressers do it countless times. How hard could it be?

I watched several YouTube videos and read dozens of blogs about cutting ones own hair before taking the plunge myself. Following Mother's advice, I invited a friend over to supervise and make sure I didn't totally f*** it up. Anne was roped into being that supervisor, and at 5:30 tonight, the chopping began.

I sectioned off my old layers and began at the bottom. I wanted to start slow to get a feel for it, so at first I just took of a centimetre or so. As I wanted to eventually take off a few inches, I knew that this way would take far too long so I got brave and bold and chopped 2 inches in one clean swipe. It was scary and it looked weird next to all of my other, normal length hair. I think it was the best way to do it though because now I had no choice but to cut the rest to match. It took about an 40 minutes to do my whole head. I cut with scissors and razored the ends to make it look less blunt. All in all, I'd say I did a pretty good job for my first time and for it being my own head. In total, I cut about 3 inches off of the longest layer of my hair, and trimmed my layers but kept them long. I give myself 8 out of 10 points.