"Edgy"

Last night I trusted my Mum to cut my hair.

It was the first time I've done this, and I did it because it saves money, would be a valuable bonding experience with my Mum, and would avoid these conversations:

Hairdresser: You're still at uni, right?

Me: Yeah, we're on holidays now actually, so that's good.

Hairdresser: Got any big plans for the weekend?

Me: Oh, you know, just general tidying up, catching up with some friends.

Hairdresser: Yeah, that's nice. That's good, to have a quiet weekend.

Me: Yes it is.

Hairdresser: Mmhm.

*silent snipping*

Hairdresser: Can you hold your head straight for me again?

*adjusts head*

*more silent snipping*

*snip, snip*

Hairdresser (to lady next to me having her hair dyed): How are we, Mary?

Mary: Oh, not bad, love, not bad.

Hairdresser: Getting up to much this weekend?

Mary: Going to a wedding, actually.

Hairdresser: A wedding! Oh, that's nice.

Mary: Yes, yes. It's my niece.

Hairdresser: I went to wedding the other week. And it was a funny wedding, I can tell you that! They wanted to have a cruise ship wedding, so they packed us all onto a cruise ship and it was stuffy and hot - that was at 6 o'clock, but then they didn't serve dinner till 9 o'clock!

*snip, snip*

Mary: Oh.

Hairdresser: Yeah, it wasn't a very classy wedding, you know.

But here were the things that went on while getting my hair cut by Mum:

- lots of "hmmm"

- lots of "what do we do here?" not in the sense of an expert giving my some choice, but in the sense of someone genuinely pondering what on earth they are meant to do

- lots of "SNIP" followed by near hysterical laughter and "It's good, it's good"

The final "edgy" (Mum, 2010) haircut had be terrified before looking in the mirror, fearing it would be something like this:

But in fact it is quite a respectable haircut. And a bit edgy.