So..I did my sister's hair many many many hours after my major seizure this morning and then did mine, almost on the verge of unconsciousness- which is totally the way I see myself going- with a set of clippers in my hands, or gloves and haircolor😅 . So this is my new new look, for a hit minute. I likey.
Sorry for being MIA lately. Been really ill and then you know I get truly bored and push myself really hard to do something creative, like coloring and cutting my family's hair and mine- also because I'm the only hairstylist in the family, and I can't stand looking at bad hair.
Uggggh. Pet peeve. And it always happens. I'll be sitting in the doc's office with a family member and realize, dammit ! I gotta get myself together, and do their hair soon!
I AM that person. This is one of my crafts I've done since I was 12 and told my mom - STOP cutting my sister's hair! Just stop! She looks like Spock, for goodness sake! You shaved of her damn sideburns! She's 3, and going into Pre-k, and looks like Spock! Enough is enough! Put down the garden shears! You are a mom! Not a hairstylist! !!"
And that was the birth of my path.
Fucking Spock hair