Well. I finally let her do it.
I let my sister cut my hair.
I was lucky. I caught her towards the end of her training at beauty school. I didn't want to be one of her original guinea pigs -- I wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to mess up other peoples hair before she got to mine. You know. Practice makes perfect and all that.
She only cut about two inches and shortened my layers a tiny bit - but still. There was lots of room for screw ups. Its hair. I know it grows back -- but that takes time. Luckily, I think she did a pretty great job.
Though her customer service skills could use a little work. ;o)
(After ruffing up my hair, but not really styling it. Or brushing it.)
Lauren: Okay. You're done. (Starts to pack up stuff.)
Me: Um... really? You're done?
Lauren: Quit your bitching. You're done.
Now... are we SURE she didn't go to the Annette MacPherson School of Beauty... REALLY? REALLY? Because that was perfect NetNet if I've ever heard it.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Yes. My Sister Cut My Hair.
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