Recently I discovered a new passion. I love to cut men’s hair!
It’s something that always intimidated me. And now, with my very hip color coated clippers in hand, I feel quite powerful. Unfortunately, I don’t have very many willing
My family lives out of state. My oldest brother, dad, and even my mom happen to be diehard users of the Flowbee (those clippers you attach to your vacuum). Seriously. I’m still pondering this method, but for now I’m sticking with my clippers.
My husband is not very enthusiastic about my new skills. He’s allowed me to attempt a cut only twice. I did confuse the light purple and dark purple clipper tops the first try, but I still thought he’d never looked better. You can’t be too choosy when your cut is free.
My 3-year-old Mase has my favorite head of hair, but is a difficult client. Last night he was overdue for a cut. After bribing him with ice cream, I still had to literally wrestle the cape off of his head.
Through tears and violent head whipping, I did a four-minute speed cut and–he survived!. It was all worth it to see my handsome guy with a still large, but much sleeker looking noggin.
Dax is too bald for the clippers, but will be my newest candidate soon enough. I thought I might have to edit this photo so it wouldn’t be so embarrassing for my little dude. But, his manly girth took care of that for me.