So I bet you're all itching to know what happened(?) Did I butcher my friends hair? I hear you cry! Well, fortunately no I didn't and by some not so small miracle, said friend actually loved the job I did which involed me cutting about an inch and a half off the length, cutting in a fringe and feathering the front and back so it didn't look too heavy. So basically a restyle.
I don't think I've ever been so terrified, I could hardly speak as my increasingly nervous friend tried to engage me in chit-chat, I could do little to hide the tremor in my voice. Once I had finished, and I watched my mate making her tea and could see the hair swishing around I relaxed slightly-I had done a bloody good job! Was it luck? A small miracle? I like to think it was down to the fact I'm just a natural whizz with the scissors, but I think I'll be waiting rather a long while to find out!
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