It’ll grow back, right?

About a year ago, I asked my friend and hair stylist, Felicia, to train me in the ways of hair cutting so I could take over the multiple shape ups my husband needs each year (we were cutting back expenses with the Dave Ramsey plan).

She did an amazing job patiently teaching me to properly navigate hair, clippers, guards, and scissor cutting.

My first assisted attempt was a success.

After this, we had months of me single handedly taking over as barber with little to no problem and becoming increasingly comfortable with all the facets of home hair cutting.

Then…a mishap occurred.

I just laid Torpedo down for her morning nap, so Brent situated himself in a chair with a towel around his neck and I gathered all the items.

I grabbed the clippers, set aside the no.8 and no.6 guards, and stepped behind him.

I intended to go ahead and get a start on a neckline.

But, for some reason I took the clippers and went straight up the back of his head.

Did you catch that a couple of lines up?

I set aside the needed guards, I didn’t actually put them on the clippers.

So, instead of going up his hair with a 6, it was a zero.

ZERO.

Only when I removed the clippers to place them for a second run, I noticed what happened.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I freaked out.

My hand went to my mouth in a realization of horror and a gasp escaped my lips.

How the H-E-double-hockey sticks will I fix that?!

“Babe, I did something really bad!”

“What?”

“I went straight up your hair, except I didn’t place a guard before I did so.”

“Ok.”

“No, it’s bad. Here, let me take a picture.”

*takes and shows said picture*

“Ok, well, want to just buzz the rest?”

“Um, no. I’m so sorry.”

I apologized repeatedly.

I thought, would my friend make a house call? Or maybe a FaceTime fix-it walk through? Could I maybe just not cut the rest of his hair and do a type of back of the head comb-over?

I started shaking I couldn’t believe it.

So, I stopped and took a breath.

I decided the best thing was to bring the “new” neckline up to the top of the mishap.

As you can see below, it was WAY up there.

His hair made me think of a monk or a friar.

My neighbor even asked my husband if he could have some mead.

Of course, like any amazing wife would do, I took a selfie of this historical mishap of epic proportions.

After I stared at his hair (for a very long time) and googled all the ways to fix it, I had an idea.

A fade.

But, I was terrified to try.

I really didn’t want to create a greater problem.

And, I was already appreciative of his okayness with his hair.

I legit would have lost my ever loving mind.

I mean, I was prepared to pack my bags.

After dinner I said I couldn’t take it anymore and I needed to try and remedy it.

I reached out to Felicia with a picture, and asked for help.

And, you know it’s special when your hair stylist double exclaims the picture.

She told me what to do.

So, I gave it my best shot.

His hair hasn’t been that short since, well ever.

But, overall, I was pretty pleased with my attempt to fade the hair error.

And, I have now used all the clip numbers in the set.

Even the 1/2 one.

Let just say, my husband is amazing.

He didn’t scold me.

He didn’t stomp around.

He told me it was okay. That it was just hair.

I am so grateful for his kindness and love for me that he could shrug it off AND let me mess with it again later to fix the original problem.

Seriously.

That’s love.

Also, if your itching for a monk or friar hair cut, I’m your gal.

Just know it may take a bit to snag an appointment.

My hair skill is in high demand.