Yes, that fellow in the last post has since had a hair cut. It was either that or buy him a dress.
I cut their hair myself. Not my favourite job at all, but a quick peek at hair dressing prices and I’m repeatedly convinced of the merits of cutting it at home.
I’m a newbie at the job so my hair cuts are very much trial and error. So it’s important to keep a hat close by…just in case things go wrong. Hey, do you think I’m kidding?!
I tried a basic razor cut but I really don’t want the crew cut, almost bald look. So I hit the internet looking for help – it was a desperate moment – and found the Freestyla tools. Thank goodness.
The process is relatively easy. Not completely fool proof (perhaps my skills are more of a challenge than they anticipated) but it makes me feel like I’m doing a tolerable job. Well, no one has stopped me in the streets and asked what happened to my children’s hair, so I rate that as a successful haircut. Wouldn’t you?!
My poor youngest still fears I’m going to cut his ears off in the process though. Hey, I didn’t create this crazy fear. I won’t go into the details of that drama (but suffice it to say there was a lot of blood) but it’s the reason why I had to take on the job myself.
Oh and if you happen to pass my house on hair cutting day, if you hear screams of, “Mummy don’t hurt me” or “Mummy please stop”. I’m not torturing the kid, just cutting his hair. Trust me, it’s just as traumatic for me as it is for him…it could also explain why I leave such long periods between hair cutting sessions.