I havenât paid to get a haircut in decades. I cut my own. Hubby likes to go. I donât like people I donât know touching my head. I tense up, often telling them to not talk, to hurry up, before I walk out.
When I was younger, I enjoyed the all pretty ladies complimenting and playing with my hair.
I havenât had a professional cut in over twenty years. Once a year, at the start of summer, I MIGHT let Elevyn snip an inch or so off and call it a day
Until recently, i could count on one hand having someone else cut my hair. Most times it was mom. But sheâs 87 now and less sure of herself. I miss the bonding. She still cuts dadâs hair.
The other storefront next to us is a hairdresser. She only charges $15. And i only go 3 or 4 times a year.
I used to have very thick hair. Now⌠Itâs thinning and receding fast. In the summer, I usually keep it about shoulder length. In the winter⌠it comes down to a little bit above the about the middle of my back.
Thank you. It took a dozen microfiber towels, a bottle of multi-surface and two rolls of paper towels.
Anyone know how to get emoji dirt off fingernails? I should have worn gloves. Sigh.
lol⌠Back in the day, I was often told that I looked either like Jesus or Charles Manson. You couldnât more polar opposite if you tried! These days, coupled with as anti-social as I am, Iâd probably be more likely to be called a bum