I am a big proponent of home hair cuts. We’ve done them for years.
They save money and time and generally turn out great – especially when it’s Grandpa giving our young sons military style hair cuts in the shop.
Things get trickier when those little boys become teenagers. They don’t want a hair cut any more – they want a hair style. And Grandpa is smart enough to not touch it.
Me – not so much.
It sounds easy when they say, “Hey mom – could you just take a little off the sides? ”
How hard can it be?
There’s undercuts and side burns and ears to trim around.
All with an electric trimmer.
They expect me to cut their hair holding a piece of vibrating metal with moving blades on the ends?! While wearing bi-focals?!
Do they realize that the difference between perfection and a gaping bald spot is approximately 2.1637 seconds?
Not that I know this from personal experience or that any of my sons have ever, or are even now walking around with gaping bald spots…just hypothetically speaking of course.
Grandpa always tells them the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is about a week. l think it’s longer for bald spots.
I have only drawn blood on one occasion but nothing that required emergency medical attention. He didn’t really need that ear tip anyway.
You would think that after a few bad cuts they would stop asking, but I guess I raised some really frugal kids.
I do make them promise that they will love me no matter what it looks like when I’m done.
Which is good, because quite honestly, you get what you pay for!
It seems that two weeks ago was a busy one for our local volunteer fire department.
They fought the fire at Jan’s work, a house fire and three out of control grass fires all in 24 hours.
But it didn’t end there. There were at least two – but sometimes three – grass fires every day that week. Dagmar – after spending hours sitting in the ambulance watching grass burn – would come home complaining about the silly people who let things get out of control while burning ditches.
I mean honestly!
Fast forward to Saturday.
Jan and the boys are out helping Poppa burn his ditches. (You know what’s coming – don’t you?)
A gust of wind from the west sends the flames across the fire line and heads them into the pasture.
They’re spreading like – well – like wild fire.
All four guys rush to get it stopped. Frantically beating out sparks. Just when they start wondering if they should call in the fire department – the wind changes, blowing the flames back on themselves.
Whew! Disaster averted.
The only damage done was to their pride.
And the pasture.
Oh – and Jan’s hair.
Did you know that hair melts when it gets really hot?
I spent some time on Saturday night cutting out the melted parts – or trying to – before church on Sunday morning.
I’m no barber. I’m afraid it looked a little like a “my wife cut my hair in the shadowy basement wearing bifocals when she was way too tired to hold scissors in her hand” kind of haircut.
I’m thankful he’s blond – it doesn’t show as much.
And that it’s only a bad hair cut – not first degree burns – or worse.
And that we didn’t need to call the fire department – I’m not sure Dagmar would have lived that one down!
Pedro wanted a haircut – but not just any haircut.
No – Pedro wanted a new ‘do. One that looked like this –
But he didn’t want to pay a professional.
I would have done it – but I couldn’t guarantee a “style”. So he started bugging Dagmar to try it.
After several days of pressure – she finally caved. But she still wouldn’t pick up the scissors until he had signed a waiver.
Yes – a waiver. I kid you not.
She actually made her brother sign a waiver before she would touch his hair.
This waiver hereby releases Dagmar from any legal, personal, or any other
ramifications that result from cutting Pedro’s hair.
And she cut….and cut….and cut. A lot.
The pile of hair on the floor was a little scary.
But amazingly – his haircut was not!
It looked great!
He liked it. Dagmar liked it. Even mom liked it (You can actually see his ears!) His older brother liked it so much that he asked for one, too!
I’m thinking that if this keeps up she’ll soon be asking for more than a waiver – maybe some cold hard cash!