P recently went three months between haircuts, and was starting to get a little shaggy:
Since we moved back in February, we haven''t been able to find a place for him to get a decent haircut. Granted we haven't tried too hard--every time we end up a the local Wal-Mart, even though it disappointed us last time.
P got tired of spending $15 for a haircut he didn't like. And when he found out that his sister cuts her husband's hair herself, he decided I should do the same for him.
Thus ensued weeks of back and forth arguing, where I insisted that: 1. I had no training, 2. I had no skill, and 3. I had no inherent "eye" for hair. Seriously--I have no artistic streak whatsoever. Plus, his hair's tricky! He's go a cow-lick in a very unfortunate location, that makes it hard to shape the hair on the back of his head just right.
P argued, somewhat convincingly, that what I lacked in skill I made up for in emotional involvement--I care what he looks like. But what really won the argument for him was sheer stubbornness--I realized that if I didn't cut his hair myself, it wasn't getting done any other way. And eventually anything I did was going to be preferable to his shaggy mop.
Plus I made him promise, over and over, that he would be okay walking around with a shaved head because I had screwed up his hair beyond repair.
P ordered himself some scissors and a trimmer, and I reviewed pictures of what he was supposed to look like--it had been so long since I had seen him with a good haircut! Luckily, one of the best he ever received was for our wedding, so it had been well-documented:
And the haircut ended up being something of a team effort:
P was pretty pleased with the results:
According to him, it's "not the worst haircut I've ever received." Since it was the first one I ever gave, I'll take that as a compliment.
Good thing it worked out, too--we've got another 5 or 6 to go before we break even financially, what with buying the trimmer and scissors.