Two Bits
(365 Day 137 Photo)
I used to groom dogs. Then, when we first married and money was tight (when is it ever not tight?) I looked at my husbands curly poodle-esque hair and thought, “I could scissor cut that.”
and I could. From that point on, I bought some clippers for the price of one cut and I became our barber. I checked out a book at the library for support before taking the plunge and cutting my daughters hair. It always looked fine, but an hour long bob is a little much for any child to bear.
So, I stick with the boys.
There are tons of sites about how to do one style of cut or another: layered, retro, Josh Holloway (?) But we don’t go there or we might channel Weird Al.
I retired that set of clippers this week, after 12 years of use, rare oilings, and zero maintenance. I hardly ever even took the blades apart.
Aren’t these new ones just too happy?
