I think I’ve got a pretty rockin’ technique. I’ve seen it done so many times that I really feel like I know what I’m doing. Of course, I don’t. But that’s not the point now is it?
Look at the dexterity….the precision….the shear skillz (bad pun intended). Never mind the outfit. I’ve got more important things to worry about than whether or not I have on my lounge pants at 7pm. Which I do. But whatever.
then Emme demanded to ‘style’ it for him….
We mean business at this salon.
So, what do ya think? Would you let me cut your hair? Or at least let me tease it and do Farrah Fawcett bangs?
I think I’ve proven that I have very happy customers. And I’m cheap.
There are a few people who don’t trust me and would rather play rock, paper, scissors.
I like my scissor skillz way better. It’s a beautiful thing to cut your own son’s hair!