Sometimes I don't know who's braver: Is it I, for cutting my husband's hair? Or is it the husband, for letting me cut his hair?
I figured the husband is braver.
And he has a great sense of humour too.
Check out what I did to him over the past year:
Jan 2013 - I need an onion for my fried rice. |
Feb 2013 - Too soon to be celebrating the passing out parade, recruit! |
Jul 2013 - Which farm were you from again, and how many cows you were looking after? |
You can say that his patience finally paid off after a year of putting up with my (lack of) hairdressing skills. We got some tips from my hair stylist friend - pin up the top and shave the sides! - and eventually came up with a look that MAY pass off as a salon-cut:
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Feb 2014 - hello Oppa! |
I think that's by far the best I've done, and I'm tempted to celebrate this as a milestone in our DIY home salon.
But then again, I always feel accomplished as long as there's no bleeding involved and his ears are intact. Safety above all else, right?
On a related front, I did my nails again. This time round, Panda agreed to help with the nail art bit. See the black dotted lines? His work.
Not too bad for a first.
Giving my now wrinkly, housework-battered hands some colour |
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