In Between Seams

True story: I’m broke. I work for free–ahem, I mean, intern–and still have to buy food, and occasionally have to come up with a couple (okay, more than a couple) dollars for those perfect-fitting-pants that I just have to have. And, since haircuts in New York City cost fifty dollars (if you’re lucky) and upwards, I was left with no choice than to cut my own hair. No, I had never done this before, and no, I did not watch a YouTube tutorial before bring the scissors to my locks–I just went for it. The result? Pretty pleasing. I mean, I wasn’t going for a complicated, layered, just-got-out-of-bed cut–I just wanted my hair to be all one length and for those nasty dead-ends to be gone.


Now, a week or so later, I’ve gotten a few compliments from people who new my long hair and I proudly respond with “I cut it myself!” Surrounding listeners often interject with “How could you do that? I would be too scared!” My response? I just don’t care enough. It’s hair, and just like the wilted potted flower on my fire escape that has died off this winter, it will grow back.

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