"Cut it Yourself" At Home Hair Alteration

It snowed today. Now I both love and hate the snow. I love it because it keeps me from running around unnecessarily wasting gas, time, and money (inevitably). I hate it because I never want to go anywhere when it's snowy and sink into a life of hoboism (also referred to as cave troll, anti-socialite, or, my personal favorite, recluse).

Now, there's not a problem with staying at home. In fact, it's kind of a popular thing to be doing these days. However, there eventually develops a small seed of boredom. That seed can either grow or be put to use doing something productive. Then there's always the possibility that that productivity can turn semi destructive.

Today, for example, I decided that I would get a snow day, do fun indoor activities and stuff.

I made breakfast, did my French lesson, practiced piano for a while (I may share that song as soon as I master it because it sounds super pretty even though I'm mildly butchering it at the moment), did some cleaning, and by then it’s like 7:15 (no wait, that’s Tangled).

What I did next was not read books or paint.

I decided at this point that it might be fun to cut my hair...

I know everyone, since you were little, has told you not to cut your hair yourself because usually it fails miserably and looks awful. And it's hair so it takes a long time to grow out again.

But I had a pretty fail safe method thanks to the inspiration of Micarah Tewers.

She does a way better job of explaining it than I will so check her stuff out because honestly she's fan-FREAKING-tastic (sorry for the language).

Also, it's winter and hats exisit and by the time my hair needed to/needs to be presentable again it most likely would be/will be. So, I deduced that if Micarah could do it so could I. I grabbed my clippers and went to town.

That was the chosen length I wanted to match everything else to. See I'd gotten a hair cut a while back and she'd left this chunk just sort of hacked off there shorter than the others and it had always annoyed me (I got this hair cut almost a year ago so it's been annoying for quite some time now).

If you’ll take a moment to notice that the mirror selfies have not improved and likely will not improve.

It's kind of thrilling just chopping your hair off. This is what it means to be an adult folks, you get to make potentially ruinous choices. No one was home. Neither of my roommates were around to tell me it was a bad idea. I told no one what I was going to be doing until after it was over.

Almost halfway through I did reach a point where I started regretting starting this in the first place because it was taking a long time and I had no clue what I was doing, I was just doing it.

Only halfway through. Not gonna lie, I was tempted to leave it like this because I was getting really impatient and just wanted my hair to be done. By the way, yes, that is a garbage can on the counter. It gave me a great place to put the pieces of hair that I was chopping off.

To stave off the boredom and lack of funness this was becoming I had to start making stupid faces at myself. I guess it worked because I kept going

All finished. This is what your trash can could look like. I cut off about an inch of hair. Kinda disturbing seeing all my just lying there in the garbage. It was also weirdly soft (yes, I touched it because why not?). Plus I was slightly stoked about the fact that it worked and I was pretending to be a model or something... Which is why I'm doing a pose… with my nail clippers.

The only thing worse than mirror selfies for me are my actual selfies. But that’s what it looks like all done.

Really though, it turned out pretty great and I'm really happy with that. In fact I may never go to a salon again because of this experience.

In case you’re wondering, yes, I did only wear the dress for picture taking purposes. A) I just bought it yesterday and haven't had a chance to try it on yet: B) It's never a good idea to wear nice clothes to a hair cut: and C) It's too cold to wear it around the house for too long.

Luckily, there's a nice fire to sit by, warm blankets, and an endless supply of tea to keep me warm.

Perfect end to the first day of snow of the winter.