You know when you just NEED a haircut?

This weekend I got to that point. My stylist moved to Idaho the day after my last cut, so I had no go-to person. And I don’t love choosing a new one. Especially here where a trial run with someone at an okay salon can be upwards of $100. So, I geared up to cut it myself (which I tend to do in between stylists) when it occurred to me that I have a built in set of hands here at home! You know, the ones that promised to have and to hold (the scissors) for better or worse (results of this experience) until the last very last part (somewhere up near my cowlick)…

You already know my husband is a good man…

Did you know he is also a great stylist?

I gave him a 5 minute amateur crash course in cutting an a-line bob (see above), plopped myself down in the bathroom armed with a mirror, and talked him step by step through the cut, which he executed fabulously.  

How’s that for a useful old dog?

 I think I’ll say thank you with a rhubarb pie:)