Despite my massive financial investment in the system, I've never had a hair cut I liked. I've tried swanky salons, ghetto black market barbers and fluorescent mall mills but none can meet my rigid standards of hair artistry. I even tried cutting it myself but got violently upset while cutting and ended up with 1/2 inch long hair as a result.
After that disaster grew out I went back to the "professionals." When my hair got lanky I would agonize over whether to hit up Supercuts for a cheap, bad haircut, or shell out the money for an expensive bad haircut at a salon. After a few years of this, my husband got fed up with my whining and demanded that I let him cut my hair since he would happily give me a terrible hair cut for free. Out of frustration with the system, I accepted. This south-paw lawyer from rural Montana who probably hadn't used scissors since elementary school was welcome to take a stab at my hair. Everyone else had.
I was totally shocked when Spike's first attempt at barbering was not only painless, but completely adorable! An older friend of ours tried to talk him into cutting her hair when she saw me a few days later. He declined, but his ego soared and he's been my personal styling diva ever since. Maybe it's just the fact that it's free that makes me overlook any deficiencies. Or maybe the guy has a true gift with hair. I'm not sure which, but I do know that after one of his haircuts, I skip around the apartment catching glimpses of myself in anything remotely shiny and grinning.
Despite his consistently stupendous work, it's been hard for me to overcome a lifetime of mistrust with my stylists. Tonight I gave him rough directions and showed him how short to go. He started cutting and after he'd cut halfway around he faced me to the mirror.
"Too short?" He asked, eagerly.
"Too late!" I gasped, shocked to see his initial brute trauma chop to my hair was more than an inch above my directions. My fate was in his hands but I didn't say another word while the chopping continued. After far more cutting noises than I could rationalize, he told me to look at the mirror. As you can see from the before and after pictures, all's well that ends well. Lawyer by day, hair stylist by night. I'm living every wife's dream!