I got a haircut today. When the stylist was done she styled my hair. First she put a bunch of “product” in it (notice I used the fancy salon word instead of just calling it “stuff”). Then she used a blow dryer and a round brush and a curling iron. And the whole time she kept talking to me, telling me how to do what she was doing.
All I could think was “it’s so cute that you think I will ever do this for myself”.
I am a firm believer in low maintenance hair. I only even bother to use a blow dryer because it gets cold here in the winter and I don’t want to get pneumonia from walking to my car in the gym parking lot with a wet head.
The Princess, meanwhile, for most of her life has avoided haircuts like the plague. She likes her hair looong. But she is coming around. I suspect because it takes her so long to comb her hair in the morning.
The C-man likes to get his hair buzzed and then let it grow for about half a year before he does it again. So he is either sporting the shaved head look or the skate-punk shaggy look. Last summer he said he would only get a haircut if he could get a mohawk.
I told him that was fine with me and he backed down. I had called his bluff. It’s too bad really, I bet he would look hilarious with a mohawk.