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I started cutting my hair at home when I was living in Pakistan. Every time I tried to go and get my hair cut there, and asked for layers, the person cutting my hair would declare that my nordic fair, fine hair was too thin for anything like that.
I’d had layers before, so it sounded odd. But when they insisted on cutting hair with tailor’s scissors, it makes more sense.
So, I started cutting it at home, in a shitty bathroom with a triangle mirror that was barely the size of my face.
And I’ve continued ever since with acceptable results. The few times I’ve gone to a hairdresser, they always end up doing things I don’t like or washing my hair with products that dry my hair and scalp out.
Plus it feels like a massive bother to make an appointment and take the time out of my day to go.
It’s just easier to do it at home. The only risk is, that sometimes it gets out of hand.Continue Reading