Miss M's Little Beauty Shoppe of Horrors

So my husband says to me, Hey Phoenician, how about you get out the dog clippers and cut my hair?

You think this is gonna end well?

I have cut his hair once before, and I did a decent job even though I had no clue what the hell I was doing. But with the dog clippers???

I say, Hey Feek, why not spend the $10 to get your hair cut at SuperCuts? He says, because we are poor.

We're not THAT poor.

He insists, so I say fine.

The sides looked good. The top looked good. But you know that part where the sides meet the top? Not so cute.

So he says, okay, cut the top a little shorter to help blend it in. Well, I cut the top two finger-widths long, so since the good Lord did not bless me with a half finger, I did the next logical thing. I cut it ONE finger-width long.

Let me tell you, one finger width is not very long AT ALL!



I say it looks Rob Thomas-esque. He keeps making bald jokes. I say that's what he gets for being cheap.

He just came in here and told me the back needs to be shorter. OY.

UPDATE:

I just cut it ALL shorter. New pics to follow.