So yesterday I originally came outside to take pictures for my Getting Under 60 post looking like this.I obviously came to the very obvious realisation that I needed to cut my fringe…which I’ve known for a while, but couldn’t justify going to the hairdresser just for that. So I’ve been putting it off.
But yesterday, as I considered pinning my fringe back yet again, I just decided to go for it. I’d cut it myself!
The sink was a mess, the scissors were blunt, and my fringe kept getting shorter and shorter as I tried to fix it. But, as terrible as I am at cutting hair, it was an improvement, no?
But…because I was scared that I’d cut it too short (who hasn’t lived through that horror story?!), It was still long enough that I occasionally got the need to wisp it out of my eyes.