A Haircut

But not for me…

Last night I got the scissors out and cut Emma’s hair. I was all for it until I cut first strands, then I suddenly freaked out and got sad because it was the first haircut since the time I cut her mullet off when she was a baby. I cut a little too much, because the initial plan was just to cut an inch. I guess, I got carried away. Then I decided to do some layers at the back and they turned out ugly but it was too late to change anything. Lesson learned – I am not a hairdresser and it’s better for me to just stick to Matt’s hair buzzing because he doesn’t care if it turns out ugly.