There's kind of an unspoken rule in the dance world that goes something like this: If a director asks you if you know how to do something, you always say yes. If you don't know how to do those 8 counts of Fouette Turns or that Switch leap, you figure out how to do it before your next rehearsal. It could mean the difference between getting a certain role or certain placement in the company or just being in the good graces of the director or choreographer. Its completely prideful and you inevitably run the risk of making yourself look like a fool if you can't figure out how to do the Fouette turns. But I've gotten a lot of good teaching jobs by saying, 'yes, I can of course teach hip hop.' It's just something that us dancers do. Unfortunately, at least in my case, that mindset tends to spill over into real life.
And as it turns out, I cannot cut my husbands hair.
We bought a set of clippers in hopes that we could save a little bit of time and money by having me cut his hair at home. I know a ton of wives who do it and my mom actually did it for a long time as well. Although, I'm inclined to think that those other husbands have normal hair that grows in normal patterns and I don't think that it would have been to hard to screw up my dad's hair. Carson has really thick hair (although it's receding in front, don't tell him that though), it's really coarse (like, Asian coarse, seriously) and grows in the weirdest pattern. Some of the hair is even able to defy gravity and grow straight up off the back of his neck. Even professionals have a hard time cutting his hair and he repeatedly comes home from Super Cuts (We're big spenders when it comes to hair styling) with a totally botched hair cut. Maybe that's why I thought I could do it better. But alas, my wonderful husband sat through the butcher job that eventually became a military buzz cut as it was the only way to fix the growing problems that I was creating with the follicles. I actually like it because think it makes him look younger, he doesn't like it because it emphasizes the size of his noggin. Not to be rude, but it's kind of 'like an orange on a toothpick.' He's very self conscious about it, and I'm probably not helping the situation. So when I get home from teaching tonight, I will take a picture and post it. Luckily he's very understanding and won't hold it against me.
He might get upset that I put such a large picture up on the blog of just his face, but you can actually really see just how short it is. Oops.
P.S. Maybe Meredith will actually find this post useful....now that it has a picture.
6 comments:
This post is useless without pictures.
I agree that we need some pics.
When we were first dating, Brandon bought some clippers and decided that I was going to cut his hair from then on. Not the greatest idea. I was using the shortest setting to kind of clean up the edges, and I slipped a little and trimmed a lovely triangle into the hair just above his ear. It looked pretty funny. Now he mostly does his own haircuts, although I still do the very back (but only because he can't see to do it himself). Cutting hair makes me nervous.
Meghan, you crack me up. I can't wait to see a picture.
Again, still worthless. Need pictures. Cutting hair is one place Steve splurges, at least to Great Clips. I think I have trimmed his neckline 2 times in 11 years. No way am I doing it. Maybe when we start eating all our food storage then I will give him a trim but he would have to be pretty shaggy first.
Nice. It actually doesn't look too bad, or at least as bad as I expected...
seriously not bad! I cut Steve's hair once...and only once. Darcy luckily has easy hair to cut but I don't have to deal with that anymore! just be glad he has hair!
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