On the first cut

“Snip, snip!”

I stood in the bathroom, sharp sewing scissors in hand, nervously cutting the air while I worked up enough courage to make a start.

I’d spoken to DB, and he’d tried to talk me out of it, but he’d failed. I can be far more consequent than he is when I want to be, although I probably give in more often. But he can’t always win. No one can always win.

I’d had the idea for ages, but never actually done it. Other people do, and say it works for them, so I was going to find out if it would work for me too.

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DB and I got our hair cut in early spring last year.

The hairdresser took a considerable weight off our heads and out of our wallets..

After tax, we would both have to work at least 4 1/2 hours to pay for an hour of her time…
(Yes, I know she still has to pay tax and rent and the electricity and water bills and all the rest, too.) I’m not sure if that says more about our wages or hers really. But anyway.

I object to being dependent on people who are only interested in looking out for themselves.

My mother has cut her own hair for years. Why shouldn’t I?

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The first cut is the hardest. After that it gets progressively less scary. Luckily 🙂

To be honest, I didn’t take much off – that leaves me more scope to practise. 🙂