as a combo either work out well or not. Any girl knows that. We've all had our stylist disasters. Our in front of the bathroom mirror with growing frustration moments that ends in a pair of shears lopping off the strays. and sometimes more than the strays.
In desperate times I've even handed those double edged beauties to Husband and said with quiet determination, "Hack away." The best haircut I ever got was from him.
So, I shouldn't be surprised that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Yesterday morning through my head cold fog I awoke bleary eyed to see the Chairman boasting lopsided bangs. He was calm when he gave the report.
"Mom, I used some scissors last night to try and cut some hair out of my eyes. But then I did this." (He points to the two inch gap.)
Once Husband saw the damage the decision was made to shorten the other side by about an inch. Leaving only a one inch gap before things even out. In four to six weeks.
I think I'm going to have to re-negotiate the whole I don't do hair deal to I really mean it--I don't do hair.