There are
certain advantages to going trim free: Not actually having to worry about
trimming.
Hah.
For most
people this wouldn’t even be something they would think about, but some things
actually do become more difficult when you have super long hair.
I don’t trust
stylists. At all.
Sure, I haven’t
actually experienced any incidents where a stylist chops off a bunch of your
hair, but I have seen how they absolutely couldn’t show the true 2 cm even if you handed them a
ruler and put a gun to their heads.
(I do however
find that having my hubby sitting behind me glaring holes through the stylist’s
skull makes them a whole lot more accurate.)
I thought I
could get my hubby to trim my hair for me. A lot of the super longhairs seems
to eventually talk their significant others into trimming their hair.
But after
years of trying and lots of praising him for his work, he reacts to any hint of
me wanting a trim by breaking out in cold sweat.
Honestly I
prefer his nervous reaction over any stylist ever:
“Ow crap
what if I take off too much?!” vs “Sweet! A blank canvas for my sick skills!!”
Not a difficult
choice.
But as I
wrote already: After years of trying, he is still incredibly scared of messing
a trim up and will try to get out of it.
I teased
him with it and asked him “Do you know how many people would pay to get to trim
my hair?” and without even looking up from his book he replied “And exactly how
much would it creep you out if the guy trimming your hair was breathing funnily
and rubbing his boner on you?”
…
Good point.
He then
lifted his eyes from his book and said “Why don’t you get one of your
girlfriends to do it?”.
Well, I
have honestly never really talked much hair in that way with my girlfriends.
In fact I
generally try to stay off the topic of hair around my friends. A lot of people
are just being politely curious about hair around me and I know how irritating
it is when someone confuses polite curiosity with “Please lecture me about this”.
Besides, I know I come off as a giant smartass and know-it-all since, well, I
do know it all when it comes to hair.
Some time
passed and I happened to get into a discussion (Well, more that we agreed that
stylists are irritating) about haircuts with a classmate. She has the most
fantastic curls and at her last haircut, the stylist had straightened her hair
which aged her about 30 years. Seriously. I saw the picture.
I told her
how much it annoys me when they make a big fat fuss about cutting a straight line
2 cm
higher up than the longest ends and she offered me to help.
Score!
Then we got
to talk about how that would work best. As she pointed out: Even when I’m standing
up, she would have to crawl around on the floor.
The school
has a creepy dungeon-like basement wherein there lies a 50s fallout
shelter-style shower room, complete with benches bolted to the floor.
She
suggested I stand up on one of those and then she can sit behind me
comfortably.
It was an excellent
idea.
So, now I just
need to remember to bring a scissor to school about once every two months or so…