Post by Think Floyd on May 12, 2020 19:15:19 GMT -5
I've been getting a buzz cut for many years now. With nowhere to get a haircut these days, the sparse, thinning hair on top of my head was looking pretty silly standing straight up like a balding troll doll. I tried finding a place locally to buy hair clippers, but no luck. To my surprise, a co-worker had clippers in his truck and gave me a buzz cut at my house after work last week. Aaaahhhh, that feels (and looks) better!
My Mom gave me a hair cut yesterday when I stopped by to drop off a book for my Dad. We've been keeping our distance, but she pushed hard to give me a cut. I really needed one, so I gave in. I held a mask over my nose and mouth the whole time.
Sure is nice to be cleaned up. Mom had her own business, and is a pro. She still gives a first class hair cut. She's 70. She still has her professional chair in her garage.
They're not open here yet, but I have just been buzzing mine off myself. I'm 80% bald, so I've been paying $15 for a stylist to spend 3 minutes buzzing it off. They do clean up around the edges and it does look better when they do it. With the economy where it is, I'll go back to them when I feel like it's safe to do so. I'm moderately high risk so I'm not going to rush out and resume normal activity the second they open things up.
In Vietnam, when my hair got too long the steel pot I had to wear would become painful when it’s weight would constantly pull my hair. I was headed back to the boonies and wanted to cut off the excess hair so grabbed a dull mechanical clipper to get the job done. Well...it became kind of clip clip clip rip, clip clip clip rip, with those very rusty and dull hair clippers so I took a scissors and just butchered the hair off my head. Sometimes ya just gotta do what ya gotta do.
Post by funkykikuchiyo on May 13, 2020 11:10:10 GMT -5
My barbershop is open, but I haven't made an appointment. Local cases have been still rising, and I don't feel like being the canary in that particular coal mine. Not sure what I'll besides being scrubby.
Since I'm 3-score and 10 and then some, and since I've had a heart attack and several stent procedures, and since I once had stage 4 lymphoma that I don't have any more thanks to 6 months of chemo and 2 years of bi-monthly Rituxan infusion, I might possibly be in the high-risk group for going out and about.
So, this morning, I finally talked my wife into cutting my hair. She did a good job. Any imperfections will grow out in a couple of weeks. And hey, for the most part, I am staying home. It was the first haircut I have had since January. I even shaved off my long sideburns.
I think I should look pretty good on Zoom tomorrow morning at 11.
One personal outcome of the pandemic... I will never pay for a haircut again.
Well, I don't think I would completely rule out having a professional doing it but the self-inflicted haircuts have been passable.
Reminds me of my college and musician days days. I had one at the end of the spring semester so I could return to my summer job. The rest of the time I trimmed it only if it looked too strange. I called my 'do the Euro.
During my musician days 1972-1976 I got one professional styling and two haircuts. Most of the time I looked like a skinny teenaged British war bride.
The haircuts were because I got tar in my hair from repairing a fuel line while in a parking lot and #2 because I was enlisting in the army and wanted to not look like a hippie.
I'm mostly satisfied with my self-inflicted buzzcut.
My wife has always wanted me to have a ponytail. She may get her wish.
No haircuts for me since Feb. My wife has been digging the longer-ish hair (usually a #3 buzzer on the sides and not much more on top). I've been threatening to go ponytail so she said, maybe its time for a trim. I went at noon today. My barber saw me and commented, "Ready for a haircut, ya hippie?" I said, "Why thank you. Nobody's called me that for decades!"