I have been cutting my hair, and Bryan’s too, for many years.
I never go to beauty parlors. Afraid I’ll break the mirrors.
It’s 9° here right now, on its way down to 7° tonight.
It’s supposed to be -17° the low on Monday night.
It’s in the 30s here, but there was plenty of Sunbeam.
I cut, styled, and permed my own hair since I was 14, but the arthritis in my shoulders, neck and elbows precludes me from indulging. Doing my own hairstyles for so long made me a nasty customer when I first had to rely on someone else...I was just never satisfied with the degree of perfection that was administered by someone else! My bad!
These days, of course, I’ve had to eat humble pie. Although, on my trip to visit the Tax-chicken Coop last spring, I was treated to a haircut (what’s one more head of hair between friends?) that has REALLY spoiled me!
And a trip to have our nails done was pretty awesome. I’m still trying to find a nail gel kit... At least I might be able to still do my own nails...