liar liar, pants on fire

damn it all. in my extreme excitement of finally being allowed to try a fade, i forgot all about the blog. oh f. well, the good news is that it came out really decent. the better news is that hair grows back so the chance of me pulling this stunt again is very likely. shit, he even said he's going to refer people to me. uh, yeah, i am now a full blown hair stylist with a growing client list. no biggie.

i'm not surprised at todays results to be honest. in my defense the first time i tried to do a fade was under waaaay different circumstances. please keep in mind this was very much pre-dog grooming days and i was working with shit for tools. i was about 15... wait... 13, had never used a pair of clippers in my life, was half in the bag and on top of that the pressure was fierce. first, the victim client, was headed to a super meaningful and important first date. second, time was tight. third, due to the lateness of the hour, hair places were not open. being the fabulous friend i am, i sprung into action and offered my quasi - albeit well meaning - services. i butchered the fuck out of his hair. even mid-process, i couldn't believe how bad it was coming out. but true to jh form, i stuck it through right to the bitter end. fearlessly, i watched that ship go down standing on the bow. one thing's for sure, no one will ever be able to say i didn't try. he freaked out bad, but really now, who thinks of their hair last minute when in preparation for a very serious outing that impressions matter for... and consider, hi, have we met... when i get enthusiastically cooperative with crazy eyes and shortness of breath you can bet your life i'm winging it just to see if it's a go in my world. besides, whatever, she ended up being a total bitch.