Day 62 of 100

I started cutting Corey's hair to save money and over the past four years I've gotten fairly decent at it.  I'm not the speediest scissor slinger in town (by far), but I can carry my own.  I "specialize" (if you can call it that) in male cuts.  Layers?  Shaping?  Some-other-high-fashion-salon-term?  Yeah, you can forget that.  But a basic male trim is all me. 

Cutting hair has become a ministry for me.  I don't charge anything and feel as if I am serving the person with this skill I have acquired.  I find joy in discovering ways to make the experience better: covering my chair with cool fabric, buying better scissors, making a sweet cape.  Next on the list is buying new trimmers, which I have been putting off.

Of course when I cut hair, the person always gets a speech- I am not a professional.  I have had no training.  There is the possibility that you will have to shave your head (for the record, no one has done this but Taylor Everette and he simply decided he wanted to shave his head).


When my hair dresser graduated from MACU and my hair started getting long... well, long for me, I had a minor panic attack.  I am VERY picky about my hair and I did not want to suffer through several bad cuts before I found someone who sufficed.  But something I learned from my experimenting is that cutting hair is an art and not a science or a perfection.  I also know that no one knows my hair better than I do.  So I took a risk, knowing full well it could result in shaving my head, and I cut my own hair. 

It turned out awesome!  I have been cutting my own hair for the past two years.  It takes me FOREVER and is a painstaking process, but I have yet to cry when I am finished so it's worth it.

Here's a few pics of me when I'm done.  My hair always looks SO crazy, but I dig it.