"I bought a one-way ticket, 'cause I knew I'd never see the ground, unless I was aboard a jet plane and we were going down. When I wiped the tears from my eyes, the warm water took me by surprise. And I woke up beside the ocean, I realized: I must be in California." -Owl City

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Cutting hair and newspapers.

I really love cutting hair. I’ve been cutting my own hair for over six years. I haven’t had a professional haircut since sixth grade. Within the last couple of years I have been cutting my friend’s hair, and I cut my brother’s hair regularly.

I had cut three people’s hair this semester, and Sarah’s hair was my forth. She has really thick, beautiful hair. She really just needed a trim and to have her hair layered again. As I always do, I put newspaper down on the floor for an easy clean-up and then got a stool. I started by cutting Sarah’s hair wet, blow drying it, and layering it dry. I straightened her hair as I went, and it looked something like this afterward:

Believe me, it was a lot of hair.


I loved it. Because she has such thick hair, I could put in a lot of layers, and they looked great. I cut off a lot of hair, too. Sarah made a bird’s nest out of it, in fact.

I love this shot of Sarah:

We had way too much fun.

As of now, I don’t charge for haircuts.
So just let me know if you need one.

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