Far From The Hairdresser

Having a mother for a hairdresser growing up, means that I have taken many things for granted. I have always lived close to my mom until recently. I got a haircut when I wanted, color, high lights, waxes, and perms. I had the life. I guess I must admit that I have never really liked getting my hair done. When I was younger I would cry and complain. As I got older, I got better but I still have a hard time sitting still for that long.

Now that we have moved I have learned to fin for myself. I now have a wax thing that I use to wax my own eyebrows. I have some of my mom's old scissors that I use to cut my bangs and the rest of my hair. I even have a thing to perm my hair.(that I have been too scared to use) I did have my mom's help getting some of these things but getting the stuff was not the hard part. Doing them all on my own is the hard part.

I have got better at waxing my eyebrows. I am horrible at cutting my hair. I cut it tonight and am guessing my mom is going to see the mess I made out of my hair and have to fix it at Thanksgiving. I never cut much off...or I don't mean to if I do. I just cut the ends off and try to keep it looking even and "clean". The keeping it even thing isn't so easy. Them hairdressers make it look easy.

My problem is that I refuse to go to someone in the town I live. I refuse to let some stranger touch my hair.  I will not let someone I don't know get close to my face with wax. I have seen what some salons do to people's eyebrows and I must say that I am picky about mine. That's why I try, and I emphasis the word try, to do it on my own now.

I've tried to get my husband to cut the back of my hair for me. His response is "That's a fight I'm not stupid enough to get myself in".