Today was hair cutting day. The rain had stopped, so we set up shop outside with some clippers, a pair of scissors and a camp chair. I’m happy that Justin and Zeb are both glad to have me cut their hair; it saves money and resources to do a simple cut at home. Most of the hair went into the trash but I’m assuming the rest will end up in a bird nest or as humus.
Zeb was first up. Oh, it was hard. I so loved his long curls. But he’s very tenderheaded which makes brushing difficult and infrequent. Because of this the back was starting to dread and that wasn’t what he wanted.
He wanted short hair. He was tired of being mistaken for a girl, tired of getting hair in his eyes, tired of trying to comb it out. So as hard as it was for me to do it, I lopped off his curly locks and watched my tween transform before my eyes into someone younger and lighter and happy to feel the breeze on his head. He loves it but I will still secretly miss his curls for some time to come.
Justin was up next. He’s not sure what the heck he’s doing with his hair or his massive beard, but I convinced him to let me trim things up around the edges and define his beard into a goatee.
After looking at his before and after, he’s not real happy with his look.
He’s asking your opinion…should he go back to a shaved head and shorter facial hair (like this photo)? Or should he keep growing it all out?
P.S. Um, no. I was not included in hair cutting day, thankyouverymuch, Mom.