. . . I gave myself a haircut using an electric razor and a hand mirror reflecting the back of my head into the bathroom mirror. As I worked I kept liking my creation more and more . . . all layery, yet sleek.
Until I tried to even up my nape. Then it got worse and worser.
By the time my shaking hands wrapped the cord around the tool to put it away, the lower curve of the back of my skull was visible.
I have been careful not to [often] repeat such a tonsorial exercise.
Three days ago I used my kitchen scissors to trim (chop, hack) off the "wings" that were growing at the sides of my face. From the front my hair looks much better than before my inspiration.
I look, in fact, pretty good!
I have a haircut appointment this morning at ten. Yesterday I tried to change it, because I have other things I would rather do, but I can't get a Saturday appointment for another month. That's too long: I have had a bite of that old apple.
By Tuesday, if I didn't keep this morning's appointment, I would be Very Sorry.
This is the wrong time of year to have a cold neck.
There must be something in the (h)air - my six year old granddaughter attacked her own long, flowing locks this week, because she fancied a fringe. Luckily, her Mama came to the rescue, and finished the task satisfactorily. I've been cutting my own hair since I was a teenager, so I guess the urge runs in the family...
ReplyDeleteThe only time I tried it . . I was about 7, and somehow got a huge lump of road-tar stuck in my thatch. Had to incise it before Mama noticed. Mama noticed the hole in the thatch, of course, so retribution was not entirely averted.
ReplyDeleteYou reminded me of a poem I wrote on this very subject:-
ReplyDeleteHair Cut
Thinning hair assumes
a temporary order
as scissor blades cross.
Its pale strands drift down,
settle like falling snowflakes
on indoor carpet.
Little colour left
since age and life together
bestowed silver crown.
This just makes my blood run cold. I would rather jump off a cliff than cut my own hair, knowing how disastrous that could be. The hair-cutting, I mean. All I can say is that you've got nerves of steel, June.
ReplyDeleteI cut my doll's hair once. Actually, it was my sister's doll's hair. Not a good move.
ReplyDeleteI waited until my daughter went o/s then took the clippers to it, a Numero Deux! Winter too!It was amazingly liberating and required jettisoning vanity.
ReplyDeleteAs one who would rather have root canal work than go to the hairdresser , I understsand .
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