I’ve been growing out my hair for a looooong time, mostly so I can do stuff like this:
But also so I can do the impossible hair pin tests…
The other day, though, things got a little out of hand.
I’m doing NaNoWriMo this month (she says, on day 3, when she is already behind), and not only is NaNoWriMo the month-long writing sprint, for me it is also the month of much much muuuuuuch procrastination. See, I like having written, but the act of writing itself is sort of boring. Sitting, typing, pausing to figure out whose left hand is where now? (Did I mention I usually write romances?) So, I procrastinate. I do all my chores. I organize things. I play games on my phone. I paint my nails.
And, apparently, when all that is done, I decide it would be a good idea if I gave myself a haircut.
In fairness, I did actually need a haircut. I haven’t had one since January. Yeah. And, also, I did attempt to make an appointment with my hairdresser (“my hairdresser” makes it sound like I go regularly– ha), but she was busy all the times I’m not working, so I got all anxious and hung up before I could find a mutually convenient time. So I’m blaming my procrastinating habits, but also anxiety and necessity. A triple-threat, if you will.
Besides, Pinterest made it look tewtally easy.
There was even a video tutorial!
So, armed with my new knowledge of how to cut long layers and a deep need to kill 5 minutes (or 10 if you count the time I spent blow-drying it afterwards), I got out my scissors and hacked.
I briefly regretted my decision once the blow-drying was done and I realized that this method allows no compensation for my deep side-part, but hell, I cut my own hair, and I kind of like it. Suck it, hairdresser who is always busy. Suck it, novel that needs to get written more than my hair needs to be cut.