I cut the families hair yesterday including my own. We don’t have money to spend on a stylist. Stylists are expensive.
Vilay and Boy Blue are easy. I pull out the clippers and buzz, buzz, buzz. Afterwards, I clean it all up with the scissors.
Clippers are a one time expense. Ours were bought in France for about fifty Euro. Vilay can spend that amount of money on only two hair cuts in Strasbourg. I watched and took mental notes the last time Vilay paid to get his hair cut knowing we were going to go out and buy some clippers to save money. I cut his hair once ever month for free.
Us girls are a whole other matter.
It is a good thing that I liked to watch the person cutting my hair when I was paying to get a haircut. For several years, I watched one person or another clip clipping away at my head. Many times I found the stylist would actually explain what they were doing to my hair which I found professional. Now, I practice the tricks they explained to me while I was being twirled around in their chair.
I am not perfect by any means. It doesn’t matter.
I have learned it is more about illusion.
If I get the angles right and the edges are pretty even it usually looks like we went to a salon. And, once I find the right ‘look’ for each girl I do it exactly the same way each time.
The hardest is cutting the back of my own hair. It is actually easier now than before because my hair is starting to get long.
My secret is that I comb it all down the back pulling it straight between my fingers close to the ends. Then, I hold it up over my head without letting it slip until I can see it in the mirror. I quickly snip across.
When someone compliments me on my hair and asks where I get it cut I am a little embarrassed to say I do it myself. Yet, when someone compliments the girls hair I am proud to say I cut it.
Why is that?