Little Miss Tabby was in dire need of a haircut. She wouldn't let me cut it for the longest time. She wanted to grow it out long. Just like I learned before I got my haircut a few weeks ago, there is a fine line between long pretty hair and rag-a-muffin homeless-esque. Tabby's hair was definitely the latter. And her hair is pretty coarse like mine so I always had a hard time making it look smooth and silky.
Finally, last night she said I could cut her hair but only if I gave her bangs. This was hard for me to agree to because I have absolutely no hair cutting training besides watching the stylist cut my own hair and how to's on the internet. I don't think they give certificates for that. So, with my lack of knowledge, I thought that cutting respectable looking bangs was going to be a challenge. Nonetheless I decided to go for it because I really wanted her hair cut. And I didn't want to pay for it. Maybe I should have. You can be the judge.
Here is the before:
Rocking the scraggle style:
And the after:
I probably didn't do the best job in the world and if you look closely I'm sure you would see a million mistakes. But she likes it. And it was free.