Most people learn by the age of four that it is not a wise choice to cut your own hair. It took me forty five years to learn this valuable lesson. I am cursed with fine, straight hair and I have spent a lifetime paying good money to have tiny snippets of hair cut off in a simple straight line. I’ve watched this precision cutting take place multiple times. How hard could it be? My barber is a magician and makes it look so easy to do. After three failed attempts to get an appointment for a trim and one particularly hot summer day that left those straight locks of hair plastered to my face and neck, I got this brilliant idea that I could perform this same simple cut on my own hair. Let me preface this by saying that I now know why beauticians pay hundreds of dollars for high quality sharp scissors. One should not attempt this act at home with the same scissors that are used for opening freezer pops or cutting cardboard boxes open. Being somewhat intelligent, I knew that I could not cut the back of my hair, so I called for my children to assist. This rare opportunity to cut their mother’s hair was welcomed with great joy and excitement. They are well practiced with scissors and have cut pumpkins and many a dancing skeleton out of construction paper. What damage could they do... I was only taking off less than a quarter of an inch. Did you know that one fourth of an inch varies from one side of the head to the other and is especially deceiving when looking through a mirror or through the eyes of a child? The first lop of hair was rough cut and uneven. My concern began to mount that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Knowing we had to fix it, we took a little more off to even it out. As panic set in, I sent the kids away and took matters into my own hands. I snipped and cut and evened things out until I had nice full looking layers.....on one side of my head. The other side was an inch shorter, yet did have a nice bounce to it. I knew that this continued failed attempt to get both sides even would result in more cutting until I would be bald. To make matters worse, there was no way I could call my magic man barber and tell him what I had done...unless I was five years old. I just thought I had those same magical skills as he. When they say, “Don’t attempt this at home” - people should pay attention! Knowing there is a solution to most every problem, I discovered that I can tuck one side behind my ear and leave the other down in a kind of sporty way. I can also simply lean my head to one side creating an optical illusion that both sides are even. However, it unnerves people when you keep your head posed like that for extended periods of time. They think you are trying ridiculously hard to be sexy and what they fail to realize is that you are simply a victim of terribly bad coiffure choices.
When I was five years old, my grandmother would care for me before school each day. She would turn the stereo console on and play big band music from the 40's. I remember dressing up in her mink stole as we danced around the living room spinning and twirling to the classics. She told me that one day the mink would be mine and I hoped that I would be as beautiful as she was wrapped in luxurious mink. Time, of course, came and went and my grandmother passed away many years ago. I have often wondered what happened to her mink stole and wished that I could wear it just one more time. Little did I know, my grandmother had given the stole to her daughter and sometime during the early 80's when fur was not fashionable and we were wearing hideous things like leather pants and spandex, my aunt tossed the mink into the Goodwill bin near her home. She did not know that anyone actually wanted the mink and donated it to charity. She told me she remembers lo
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