I have been reading a few posts about haircuts during this tough time we are going through together.
Many are giving themselves haircuts as barbershops are not in operation in a lot of areas.
I know a few foofy young men that have to have thier hair just so and this is a devastating blow.
I am trying to feel bad for them. I will search diligently for a tear from my glass eye!
The men I roll with all decided to get buzz cuts for an easy clip. I respect that. It is practical.
My Beloved has been cutting my hair for around 15 years to save us around 20-40 US dollars a month. In fact, I cannot remember the last time I went to a barber.
My job requires a clean look and I am grateful for her giving me a respectable cut.
Before we go on, let me tell you about the Willow Manor Urban Farm tradition.
To make things interesting, we pick the most inopportune time possible to cut hair. Today, I was sitting in my chair minding my own business when It was decided that it was hair cut time.
I take a look at the time and see it is dark and the temperature is 48 degrees Fahrenheit. This is prime hair cut weather!
I also look to another app on my phone.
You guessed it. At night, in the cold, on a full moon. Why, a Beast could hop out out of nowhere and get us!
Fortunately, all went well, and I did not get too cold or scared. The hair cut was a smashing success! Next to my buddies with the buzz cuts, I look like the model with no tie up there!
Thank you Beloved for the awesome cut!