And so, I cut my own hair

Before:

After:

So, that is one more thing crossed out of my “list of things to do before I die”. I am actually also quite happy with the result: it may not make me look like Johnny Depp, but then again I don’t really want to look like Johnny Depp, either.

Ok, maybe I do, but never mind that…

The whole process took me just under an hour, about half of which went in trying to find suitable scissors, a comb and a hand mirror. I could in the end only produce kitchen scissors, a hair brush (which I think we at some point used for our cat?) and a wall mirror that we haven’t put up yet. These, however, turned out to be adequate enough for my purposes – actually, the wall mirror that I propped on a chair behind me to get a reflection of the back of my head from the bathroom mirror was probably even better than a hand mirror would have been.

The hardest part, obviously, was cutting the back, and the left side was harder than the right (I am right-handed). The left-side back of my head I ended up doing by sitting on the bath tub in a weird angle to the propped-up mirror, where I could see a reflection of the main mirror giving a reflection from the propped-up mirror.

Needless to say, my brain had quite some trouble guiding my hands at some point, as it tried to make sense of the three-dimensional world through mirror-reflections. It is a weird feeling when you give your hand the command to move upwards, and it starts going right… or, at least, what you perceive to be right (and what definitely is not “upwards”).

I actually still don’t have a clear idea how well I ended up doing the back of my head. For that, I will need to wait for my other half to return from work so that she can give me her opinion.

Yet, all in all, I think I did better than I expected. Of course, it is not the most demanding haircut ever, either. Yet, I still have both of my ears and all of my fingers, so for a first ever try in cutting anyone’s hair, I am ready to call it a success.