everconfused wrote:
She cut it herself into this really weird half bob thing - cut just above the ears and had to have bangs. Except she couldn't cut a straight line (neither can I), so she'd keep trying to even it out and I usually ended up with these bizarre 1 or 2 inch long bangs that went almost to my ears (she couldn't get the sides to line up either).
Oh my God, EC, are we sisters? Because you are describing my mother--it has to be the same woman. There couldn't possibly be two people in the world that would do that to their child. Oh, I remember a time when I don't even think I had 1 inch bangs. My mom kept trying to even them out. And, at the time, I had this horrible cowlick. So, the 1/2 inch of fringe on the one side of my head stuck completely up, while the 2 inches of bangs on the other side of my head laid flat. I was 13 years old and so self conscious of my glasses already. And now I was a total freak of nature, thanks to my mom.
I cried and cried and cried. And, my dad stepped in and never let her cut my hair again. Some people are just not meant to hold scissors in their hands.
I can top that.
My mum tried to cut my hair once.
After she'd had 3 glasses of champagne.
Not the best idea.