Did you know hair gets shorter as it dries? Mine does I know that now
Last week, my friend Leigh messaged me.
Leigh: I just cut my own hair. First time ever. And it looks pretty good. I even got the “teen approval check” from S—–. I feel so liberated. I NEVER would have tried this if I were going to the office. But now I think I can do this regularly for quite a while!
Me: That’s wonderful! my stylist retired last Sept so I was kinda lost anyhow so I am just pulling it back into a ponytail and someday, I will go to Supercuts
Leigh: I just used a YouTube video on how to cut long layers. I watched two of them and picked out the one I felt most comfortable with. Then I went to Walgreens and got sharp hair cutting scissors. Then I watched the video a few more times as I did it myself. I figured if I erred on the side of leaving it longer then it could be fixed if I messed it up too much.
Then we stopped messaging and I can’t remember why. I went on my merry way.
With my hair that has not been cut since February.
Mr T got a haircut last month, when the hairdressers opened again.
He had complained repeatedly about his hair getting too long.
I had offered repeatedly to cut his hair.
I used to cut hair in college.
I wasn’t any good at it, but – college students don’t care. Or at least they didn’t care back then.
My attitude was, High school dropouts do it so how hard can it be?
May I say that is an ugly attitude that has come back to bite me in the butt many many times?
I offered to cut Mr T’s hair, but said that he would have to sign a contract first. Our bonus son in law, Brian, a lawyer, agreed to write the contract for us.
Mr T declined.
Mr T is a chicken.
Honestly, what’s the worst that can happen with a haircut?
You get a bad haircut and your hair either has to be cut some more or it has to grow out?
IT’S NOT LIKE ANYONE IS SEEING US THESE DAYS ANYHOW.
That is, nobody but the people at the grocery store or at the food bank where we volunteer (socially distanced, with masks and gloves) once a week.
We are not among civilized people these days.
Well. We are not among any people these days.
It’s the 4th of July and we are in our house, bored. We should be at Summerfest and fireworks but this year, there is neither.
The only good thing about all of this quarantining is that in addition to not having to spend money on cutting my hair, I have also not wasted money on highlighting my hair. Or on painting my toenails. Or on makeup.
(That’s an item that keeps coming into the food bank, where Mr T and I have been processing inbound donations. Lots of unsold makeup coming back in for processing.
Also, and totally off topic: M&M Mars insists on having their candy returned to them rather than donating it to the food pantries. So any unsold M&M Mars products do not get processed for donation but for return to M&M instead. Which is just mean. IT’S MEAN.)
I have not wasted money on makeup. I have not wasted money on new clothes. I have not wasted money on deodorant.
Basically, I am a pioneer woman except with all the comforts of elastic and electricity and with none of the work.
I am an unmake-uped, un-deodoranted (it does not get that hot here, OK? and it’s sure not like I do anything that requires physical exertion), gym clothes clad (for the elastic, not for actual exercise) very natural woman.
But as much joy as it brings me not to have to put any effort whatsoever into my appearance, having my hair hit my shoulders was really starting to bother me.
It’s annoying! I don’t like having long hair.
I could mostly solve the problem by just putting my hair in a ponytail, but then I realized it was actually taking me longer to wash my hair than usual.
Yes! It takes longer to wash long hair than it does to wash short hair!
Not that I have anything to do, being an unemployed person, but washing my hair is boring.
A few days after Leigh told me that she had cut her own hair, I was in the shower, getting more and more annoyed at how much extra time I was wasting washing those extra inches of hair.
I thought, “I am going to ask Leigh what brand of scissors she got. Then I’m going to walk to Walgreen’s and get a pair for myself and then I am going to cut my hair.”
Let me back up here and say that I have cut my own hair many many times.
Let me back up here and say not only have I cut my own hair many many times but also that IT HAS NEVER ENDED WELL.
Let me say here that apparently the only thing I learn from history is that I do not learn from history.
By the time I got out of the shower, my plan had changed from, “Go to Walgreen’s for the Good Scissors and then really think about how to cut hair properly” to, “Grab old scissors from the junk drawer and hack off chunks of wet hair in 2.5″ increments. Without using anything other than the main bathroom mirror. Or any other guide for length.”
Which is the plan I executed.
Which – well – is how I remembered that
- my hair gets shorter as it dries
- my hair gets a lot shorter as it dries
- it’s really hard to cut the hair in the back
- especially when you can’t see it
- and if you are just doing it in clumps instead of carefully pinning hair up in sections the way professional stylists WHO TAKE SO LONG do
- because I guess scissors slip on big chunks of hair?
- and then you get really uneven sections
- that you still can’t see
- which means you can’t fix them yourself
But nobody sees me so – whatever. My too-short, uneven hair. What. Ever.