I cut my hair, my daughter's hair, and my husband's. I've been cutting peoples' hair since I was like 13. I used to want to be a hairdresser, but then I figured I'd get sick of doing it, so i didn't pursue it professionally. I wish I never ever went to salons, because I've rarely had a hairdresser know what to do with my hair. It's curly, but fine and they always fuck up the front by cutting it too short, leaving me with half a head of hair. Then I just have to wait for it to grow out again, and declare that I'll never go to a salon again. Then three years or so go by, and I make the same mistake all over again.
