When you find
yourself no longer gainfully employed the first thing to go is the lunch
special at your favorite workplace restaurant, then the pedicures, then the
Starbucks skinny latte, then the new make-up you wanted to try and then
finally, the good haircut. There comes a time when the only reason to get a
haircut is for a particularly promising job interview.
This can bring you into
the depths of a day-long depression. Especially if you’re big-boned like me and
use your hair to deflect from your broad shoulders and wide hips. There’s not much you can do but keep putting
your hair up and trim your own bangs hoping it will pass for sloppy chic.
My friend Katherine has great hair. She has
the kind of hair that can either be extremely wavy or can be straightened with
some type of heated device. She would go to work with it wet and scrunchy one
day and the next day wear it sleek and straight. And, she is employed so she can afford
professional coloring and a good cut now and then. Ahhh, those were the days.
I have been
seriously considering asking my husband to trim just a half inch off the bottom
of my now shoulder length hair. He once evened out my bangs when I trimmed them
crooked and he did a pretty good job. I have an old friend whose husband has
cut her hair for years and she looks great. My husband makes a living with his
hands so why wouldn’t he be able to do it? I’m on the brink of asking him. This
is another one of those things I can spend an entire afternoon contemplating.
Men are lucky when it comes to hair. Most of
them don’t obsess over the way their hair covers the top of their ears, or if
they do, they do it in silence. I was sitting around thinking about how to ask my
husband to cut my hair when he came home from work the other day with a haircut
he described as a “Number 3.” Apparently it has to do with the size of the
razor the barber used to shear him. He was ecstatic to have his shaggy do cut
off. He went into great detail about how the wind feels when it blows through
hair no longer than my pinkie nail. He was so happy with his new haircut he
figured he should trim his eyebrows to match. Now I’m not a fan of eyebrows
gone wild so this came as good news to me. He came out of the bathroom about ten
minutes later with half his left eyebrow missing. Sometimes I am so glad I’m
not a man. His usual chipper self, he said, “Ahhh, don’t worry it’ll grow back.
It always does.”
Now I’m beginning
to rethink asking him to trim my hair. I don’t want a “Number 3.” I’ll wait until
it grows a little more or until I look like Princess Leia, her hair I mean.
I've never had my
hair cut by anybody, I do it all myself. – Keith
Richards
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