Well, there’s good news and bad news on the haircut front. The good news is that it turned out alright. The bad news is that it was good enough that he wants me to do it all the time. Before (sporting the very professional and attractive garbage bag cape – his idea):
Aaand after (after about 40 minutes, repeated reassurances that “the worst that can happen is that it grows back,” the realization that “blending” is a lot more difficult than it sounds, and a brief interlude wherein he took the clippers and tried to fix it himself):
Really, it’s not too bad. There’s definitely room for improvement, but it’ll do. Oh, and I let him know that all the money he’s saving here is going into the “roses in exchange for mental anguish” jar.