So, armed with some professional product, and with some phone instructions from my daughter, my hubby agreed to at least color my hair.
He's such a good sport, and by the way, he was feeling pretty confident about the whole thing by the time he had applied all my color. He then kindly offered to do a cut, but I politely declined. I told him I didn't want to ruin my good Fiskars fabric scissors on hair...ha ha. So, I think I'll just get a cut next week in South Carolina.
5 comments:
Lol! I think you should have taken him up on the haircut offer. What a good sport he is!!
What a keeper! and he even does laundry! You know that you are spoiled rotten, don't you?
Your hubby looks like a professional!
Cute! What a Love...Yea,don't wreck your scissors (or your hair) :-}pokey
What a good man!! A keeper for sure!
Steve would have done it too..but would have NEVER let me post a picture of it! LOL!
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