There's a First for Everything

My mother-n-law gave me a Wal-Mart gift-card for my birthday. I thought it would be very practical to use this gift-card to buy hair clippers, so I can cut Andrew's hair and save lots of money. Andrew has very thick hair that grows extraordinarily fast. I like to call him Harry Potter. Last night, I decided to put the clippers to use.

Let me give you a little background here... I am not a professionally trained hair-cutter and have NEVER cut anyone's hair before. To make myself feel a little more confident about the situation, I watched a 10 minute youtube clip on how to cut men's hair.

I made Andrew take a "before" picture. He was thrilled.

Notice the professional looking apron.

Things seemed to be going ok in the beginning. The problem was that his head wouldn't fit over our sink, so I ended up having to use a kitchen cup to dump water on his hair. (It didn't work so well) Half of his hair ended up being wet and half was completely dry. I just decided to go with it.

Andrew taught me a few things in the process. I had no idea how to make the bottom of his hair even. Luckily he knew and told me what to do. Once I thought I was finished, I let him turn around and look at his hair. It didn't look bad at all. In fact, I was surprised by the positive results. After seeing it, he pointed out that one part was longer than the rest.

This is where things got sticky... I should have just left his hair alone because it was hardly noticeable. Instead, I tried to fix it and made things much worse. His hair looked horrible. When he looked at his hair, he didn't even say anything.That's how bad it looked. I went a little too short in some areas, and he eventually told me it looked like he had several bald spots.

I was heartbroken and felt terrible. (Notice that no after picture was taken) Also, it was 9pm on a Saturday night, and not a single hair-cutting place in Rexburg was open, so he couldn't go get it fixed. The hair-cut may or may not have ended in tears. (On my end.) Note to self: never, cut Andrew's hair on a Saturday night again. (That is, if this will ever be happening again.)

I woke up this morning and panic struck me. Andrew is teaching Sunday school and his hair looks pretty bad. I was hoping that the whole "hair-cut" thing had just been a dream, but I quickly realized it wasn't after looking at his hair.

I finally convinced him to let me attempt to fix it again. I promised I wouldn't use the clippers this time and would just make a few cuts with scissors. This helped substantially. His hair looks leagues better. (Still not perfect) I even got a picture out of him.

(Don't look too closely)

I made Andrew promise that if anyone asked about his hair and who gave him such a terrible cut at church that he could not say it was me. I would be so embarrassed. Good thing that Andrew likely has an interview for an internship this week... If that does occur, it will definitely need to be re-cut by a professional. 

This experience was an adventure that I never want to re-live. I'm lucky to have such an easy-going, patient husband.