Going under the knife (or rather, scissors...)

In a world where almost everybody is finding ways to cut expenditure here and there, the Photographer took the brave decision of letting me cut his very thick, crazy, curly hair. When it grows so fast, turning into a mini-afro within weeks and a trip to the barber is becoming increasingly expensive, investing in a full clipper set seemed like a smart move.

The other night he donned a cape, closed his eyes, put his fate in my hands and I set to work. 

I'm actually super proud of the results. The kit we bought included everything you might need including the clippers, all the blade lengths, oil, comb and scissors and my husband is pretty happy with his new haircut.

Hurrah for no more barber trips, although I must say I have a new-found respect for hairdressers. It isn't as easy as it looks!

Much love,

xx