I remember that my first haircut took place on a Barbie doll. I would cut a little bit from the right and a little from the left. Slowly each side began to rise higher and higher on Barbie's head until she looked like a G.I. Jane look a like doll. Poor Barbie, but I guess it is better that I started on an inanimate object then anything else.
Today after dinner Jon asked me if I would cut his hair. I warned him that I have never cut anyone's hair, but of course he said that was fine. So we set everything up and I cut his hair on the patio, because I didn't want hair all over my house. I started with the scissors but that was not going well and taking too long according to Jon. So then I switched to the hair razor (or whatever it is called). That was much faster!
When it came to cutting the back and next to his ears it was hard to get everything even, but I did my best : ). Atleast I am married to a man who trusts me and is willing to walk me through what I need to do to get his hair cut well.