OT lesson du jour

Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

Tish Silberbauer wrote:

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

LOL! JPG!!

Joyce

Tish Silberbauer wrote:
Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

LOL! My dad learned that lesson when I was in grade 6. He tried to cut
his own hair and cut it really badly, so he decided to use clippers for
a close trim. This went badly too and in the end there was so little
hair left that my mom ended up shaving it all off. To make matters even
worse, it grew in much sparser and greyer than it ever was before :-(
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"Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message
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Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

LOL! That brings back memories of the day I cut my own bangs. I didn't
even use a mirror. Of course I was only four or five at the time. I was
sitting at the little desk my grandfather had built for me. I knew my
mother would probably be angry that I'd cut my hair, so I carefully wrapped
each lock in a sheet from a small notepad, and put them all in the drawer of
the desk. I couldn't understand how she found out! I was right about her
being angry, though. ;-)

Joy

Yoj wrote:

LOL! That brings back memories of the day I cut my own bangs. I didn't
even use a mirror. Of course I was only four or five at the time. I was
sitting at the little desk my grandfather had built for me. I knew my
mother would probably be angry that I'd cut my hair, so I carefully wrapped
each lock in a sheet from a small notepad, and put them all in the drawer of
the desk. I couldn't understand how she found out! I was right about her
being angry, though. ;-)

I have to admit, I can't blame her. A 4 or 5 year old putting scissors
near her eyes? I'd freak if it was my kid. Well, hopefully you weren't
also running with those scissors.

Joyce

On Mon, 27 Feb 2006 09:17:20 GMT, "Yoj"
wrote:

LOL! That brings back memories of the day I cut my own bangs. I didn't
even use a mirror. Of course I was only four or five at the time. I was
sitting at the little desk my grandfather had built for me. I knew my
mother would probably be angry that I'd cut my hair, so I carefully wrapped
each lock in a sheet from a small notepad, and put them all in the drawer of
the desk. I couldn't understand how she found out! I was right about her
being angry, though. ;-)

Joy


I can say, with complete honesty, that I never did that to myself when
I was small. No sir. I did it to my sister, and let her cut my hair.
At the time, I was 5 and she was 3 and they were apparently
blunt-ended, paper-cutting scissors.

Geez, but my mother was annoyed - she had gone outside to greet
visitors; someone she wanted to impress. My sense of timing has never
been much better than that!

Tish

"Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message
...
Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

hehehe, you have my sympathy and understanding.

I once had the same idea, and, grabbing at the roots of my fringe,
confidently gave it a chop just like I'd watched a hair dresser do a
thousand times.

My 'fringe' was instantly transformed into a longish fringe to 1cm long
stubble.

I did get better with cutting my fringe (the trick is *not* to look inthe
mirror, actually), but worked out that it was easier and looked far neater
to either a) grow it all the same length so it *all* went back in a pony
tail or b) pay someone far more deft with their fingers than me to do it.

Yowie

"Yoj" wrote in message
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"Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message
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Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

LOL! That brings back memories of the day I cut my own bangs. I didn't
even use a mirror. Of course I was only four or five at the time. I was
sitting at the little desk my grandfather had built for me. I knew my
mother would probably be angry that I'd cut my hair, so I carefully
wrapped
each lock in a sheet from a small notepad, and put them all in the drawer
of
the desk. I couldn't understand how she found out! I was right about her
being angry, though. ;-)

Joy



I did somewhat the same thing when I was in first grade. I hated bangs, so
one day I simply cut them off! I'm sure that was a big improvement, but my
mother wasn't happy.

MaryL

ROFL!! Yup.


"Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message
...
Every day is an adventure and, as readers of adventure stories know,
every adventure has a lesson to be learned.

For me, today's adventure was cutting my fringe and learning how to
use scissors whilst orienting in a mirror.

The lesson learned is that paying the twenty bucks to get a
professional to do it is money well spent.

Raggedy-Tish

On Mon, 27 Feb 2006 21:04:59 +1100, Tish Silberbauer
wrote:

I can say, with complete honesty, that I never did that to myself when
I was small. No sir. I did it to my sister, and let her cut my hair.
At the time, I was 5 and she was 3 and they were apparently
blunt-ended, paper-cutting scissors.

Our adventure with scissors-wielding youngun's involved my
daughters. Stephanie, then nearly 3, was born bald and *finally* had
grown lovely blonde hair almost shoulder-length. One day when I
entered their room I was shocked to see her locks untidily chopped off
to a couple of inches. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her
older sister, then 4, had taken a blunt scissors to them. When I
asked her why, she said she'd wanted a little brother!!!

Jeanne