I've been trying to grow my hair out long for quite awhile now. My goal was to have enough hair so I could wear two braids wrapped up on my head like a birds nest. I have had short or very short hair for the past 10 years or so and my progress to shoulder-length was significant.
On a whim yesterday I decided that Justin should cut off my hair before he headed to work. We videotaped the process (coming soon). I told him he could cut it however he wanted but I chickened out when he said he wanted me to have a shaved head again. He snipped haphazardly with his chosen butchering tool of pinking shears and then became bored. After ten minutes of snipping "anything that sticks out" he told me I was done and looked fine.
When I saw my reflection; I was amazed at what a broad definition of "looking fine" he has. I snipped the diagonal mullet-stravaganza into a slightly layered bob and called it a day. I think it looks pretty but I may go a bit shorter to even things out more.
I don't know what I expected, but I always thought hair cutting was pretty simple. The experience was fun but I definitely won't be hiring Justin as my stylist anytime soon.