It's a sure sign of Spring when haircuts can take place on the front porch.
I've been cutting my husband's hair for about six years. I used to cut my own hair in high school with sometimes disastrous results. I'd like to think that I've since improved, but occasionally still have an off day. There's no method to my cutting. I'm an intuitive barber. Sometimes it works out and sometimes.... well, it will always grow out. I suppose that was also my grandma Barb's philosophy. I just didn't see it that way when she chopped off my carefully feathered bangs in fifth grade.
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