Gave Hubby a hair cut this morning. I'll cut mine some time this week, then hand the scissors to him, and he'll fix my patchy work on the back side! Every time we cut our own hair, we save about $50 on the 2 hair cuts. Not to mention, the time wasted driving to town, paying for a cut that ends up being a poor quality rush job 90% of the time. When we cut our own hair, we end up with better cuts!
I find it amusing that folks are aghast when I tell them we cut our own hair. The usual reply: "I'd be terrified to do that. What if I made a mistake! What if it came out looking bad?" My reply: "Hair grows. And if you never try, you'll never learn." And, my follow up reply: "If I don't look in the mirror, I won't be disappointed!" Then, there's the little lady on the dementia unit who runs up to me every time she sees me. "Who cut your hair?" She'll ask. I tell her, "I did." Then she'll start patting my head and say... "It's so even. You do such a beautiful job." Of course, being where she lives, I don't know whether her comments are to be taken as a compliment... or otherwise! As an aside. I feel absolutely blessed to be able to work with this population, and to be able to speak a blessing into their day. Last week, I worked with a dear lady who was non verbal. I was able to re-arrange the furniture in the air conditioned gym to provide a nice big circular path. She and I walked for about 1/2 hour in the air conditioned coolness. Then finished up with some sensory stimulation with warmish water in the kitchen sink. Here it is almost a week later, and I still smile and tear up when I mentally revisit the pleasure she expressed during our treatment session.
