Home Salon

I love to cut hair, I only wish I knew how. I made my hair cutting debut when I was 3 or 4 and then again when I was in high school. And again and again. When I worked at Philmont Scout Ranch, there was a kid who I thought could greatly improve his looks by a haircut, so I asked if I could cut his hair. He let me, but I had no clue what I was doing, so it took forever--but turned out, as expected, a great improvement.

From then on, I had lots of other scout staff asking for a haircut. They were all of the mountain-man type who didn't really care what they looked like and we were in the middle of nowhere for a whole summer, so it was great to practice on them.

When we lived in NYC I interviewed with Aveda hair school, but found out that you had to be in school totally year round except Christmas Eve and Christmas and with Josh's sweet law school schedule (3.5 weeks off for Christmas), I just couldn't do it. And then there was the $12,000 tuition.

I think I may go someday, but for now, just doing the home salon on brave souls. Which boils down to me, my girls, my husband and sister.

Here is a stylin City girl, she tried to help cut Tina's hair. I thankfully caught her just in the nick of time, she had both hands on a pair of brand new hair cutting scissors in her hands with the blades fully open and a huge chunk of hair at the nape of Tina's neck about to chop when I caught her. Tina almost ended up with a bob.Reading her secret-title magazine.
I'd already sectioned it and taken off the length (only two inches) and was layering here.

Ended up great! Sorry no before and afters.

I couldn't resist chopping my own a week later. The back was just starting to grow out and it all needed cleaning up. And gosh I need a new dye.




I use really professional tactics when I do it myself.




Arg, seeing these makes me so wish I could cut my own with my head being in front of me instead of on me, but oh well. I had my sister come in after and try to clean up the back. Again, thank goodness she's around!
And the reason there aren't any frontal shots is because there were, but you'd be scarred if you saw them. Remember "A League of their Own" and that unfortunate looking girl with the huge bug eyes? That was me.

Q: Are you a self-hair-cutter?