"Are you sure about this?"

Thank god, I'm alive. My knees are still shaking and my heart is playing speed metal, but I survived the apocalypse. I actually don't know what came to my mind by asking: "Hey Eva-Elizabeth, do you want to cut my hair? Like you did with Daniel?" Probably the money. As you can predict, I love my hair. I really do, but I have no clue what persuaded me to take that step. Normally I only do stupid things when I am drunk or whatever. But hey, long story short: it is good. I sat in the kitchen, laughing and panicking at the same time. It was great actually.
It was as unprofessional as you can imagine, a cooking apron to cover my back and chest, sentences like "I am as nervous as I was with Daniel's hair", or "It is not my first time cutting hair" and of course, the scissors. Just take a look.

Nevermind.
But I have to admit: It looks great. I mean I am always looking great(just kidding) but it is a very good haircut. Thanks Eva-Elizabeth btw!
*Are you searching for your new barbor or haircutter? Call 6th Street and you will have it done!*
Here it is(the picture is pretty weak, face to face is always better, remember that!)

Just wanted to share this with you, it was so much fun! Seeya!