I never enjoyed trips to the hairdressers and am a bit bemused by others seeing them as a pampering experience. The morning preening ritual isn’t my bag either. I don’t own a hairdryer or those straightener thingies. For years I’ve been cutting my own hair into a manageable style with a pair of Wahl clippers. It’s probably saved me thousands of pounds over the years. Girlier women may view that as a false economy. We’ll have to agree to disagree. I sported a close snipped grade 3 like this for many years. I liked its velvety feel when I played with my hair.
More recently though I’ve worn my hair longer. I’m not sure what prompted the decision. It was probably laziness or maybe my inner Barbie was trying to get out. I still use the clippers but have a special grade 12 comb that leaves a bit more length. It’s a bit short to begin with but it soon grows. Here’s a recent shot a couple of months after I’ve snipped myself . Still no fuss in the morning. Curls hide a multitude of sins.
Of course there’s plenty of room for disaster in home haircutting. Once I was missing a bit of an eyebrow for a while when the clippers slipped. And a couple of weeks ago I spent Saturday out and about with half a mullet. We were in a bit of a rush to leave the house. ‘You let me outside looking like that!’ I screamed at Hot Stuff who was laughing his arse off. A rework rectified the situation. My work colleagues even said that I looked nice without any prompting when I walked into the office on Monday. I’m philosophical about the accidents. It’s not as if my hair won’t grow back.