I’ve never paid for the children to have a haircut. Or my husband. We just line ’em up and start clipping.
Early on in our marriage, my husband bought a clippers and begged me to cut his hair. He hated wasting time at a salon and despised fancy haircuts. All he wanted was his hair to be buzzed off as short as possible. So, I snapped on a #1 and went at it.
There are eight attachments with our clippers that are numbered 1-8. 1 is the shortest; 8 is the longest. My husband insists on a #1 for him. The boys, however, don’t care. I generally buzz the bottom off with a 1, shear the top with a 3, and blend the edges with a 2. I learned that trick from my sister. She went to hair school and worked in a salon for a few years.
Now normally I do all the clipping, but occasionally my husband likes to “help out.” He thinks it’s funny to tonsure all the boys first and then chase after them with the clippers to finish it off. (Don’t know what a tonsure is? Click HERE.)
And how about the girls?
Every now and then I trim the girls’ hair, but that’s trickier and requires a bit more skill. Again my sister showed me a few haircutting tricks, but I’m just not that good at it. So, every year or so, I bribe her with coffee to fix their hair, which she gladly does. (May God bless her soul.)
And what about me?
I’m the only spoiled rotten one in this family. So I go to a salon where my hairdresser washes, cuts, and styles my hair beautifully. If I lived anywhere near my sister, however, I would bribe her to cut my hair too, but alas, she’s 6 hours away. And when I do see her, I’ve got so many girls with uneven hair that there just isn’t time for me.
If you don’t own a clippers, buy one. I promise it’s a lot of fun.