Category: Haircuts (Page 6 of 10)

Yesterday my brother was going through some old slides from his wife’s side of the family. They are scanning them all into the computer. As he was doing it, I was talking with him about some of our old pictures. He had a stack of them handy, so I was looking through them. He laughed at my bowlcut hairdo in the picture below. Of course, I have a very spotty memory from that time in my life. The only memory it sparked was a time I tried to cut gum out of my bangs. I thought I could just cut a small hole, and the rest of the hair would stay there. It didn’t. I don’t remember what happened next.

Brent found a picture of himself with the same hairstyle. He sent them both to me for review. It has brought me to a New Year’s resolution: I resolve not to wear my hair like this any time this year.

Yesterday was another day of walking around. Denis decided he wanted to get his hair cut at his old barber’s place from when he lived in New York. The barber guys at this shop all seemed to be related and were from Poland or something. While I was sitting and waiting for Denis, one of the other barber guys said I should come over and sit in his chair. I told him I was trying to grow it out and didn’t know what I would ask for in a haircut. He said “a cleanup”. I told him about the Alton Brown thing. He kind of laughed. I don’t know if that’s because he didn’t know who Alton was, or because he thought it was funny, or what. He knew what I was asking for though. First he trimmed the sides and back. Then he said he was going to “texture” my hair. He turned the scissors diagonal and took little chops at my hair on top to make it jaggedy. He said I should ask for this next time I go to a barber. He ended by shaving my neck with a straight razor. It’s an interesting experience, I must say. A little frightening, but a rush when it’s over and you haven’t died. He put pomade in my hair and roughed it up. The pomade had a stronger smell than the Aveda I’ve been using, so I don’t think I’ll switch. The style he gave me looked a little different, but hey, I was in New York, so I just left it.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

While I was still reeling from my haircut, Denis said that Marjorie, a good friend of his from childhood was in town. She was visiting with her cousins in Queens and we were invited to have some dinner. I don’t know what “some dinner” means to you, but there were about 25 or 30 people there, packed into a rowhouse and all talking Filipino. Marjorie was great, and everyone was really friendly, but they didn’t speak English all night. Mostly I just ate some really good food (it was my first time to eat yucca), and sat and smiled.

By the time we took this picture, I was feeling a little dazed. I think it shows 🙂

Carol brought in a bunch of old sewing patterns and left them in the Teachers’ Room. Someone had pulled out one of the kits and left it for all to see. When I saw the picture on it, I knew I must take it home and keep it for the day when I tire of the Alton Brown look. While I don’t think I’ll go for the long hair in back, the front is perfect!

Hehehehe…

Back when I was first proposing my new hairstyle, Erin suggested that I use something called “Aveda Self-Control hair styling stick”. I don’t even know where you’d find such a thing if it’s not to be found in a grocery store or Target. Well, as it turns out, Aveda is a brand that has it’s very own stores. And as it turns out, there’s an Aveda store in the Towson Mall.

It was really interesting to be in the store itself. Everything was tastefully sparse inside. There was soft lighting on all the products that made them look so stylish. I had a little trouble finding the Self-Control hair product, because it looks like deodorant. I was most impressed that while I was in the store, the woman behind the counter asked me if I’d like some tea. Ha. I had just eaten, so I declined.

So I’ve been using this new hair product for a couple of days. It’s really nice because it does keep my hair standing up, but it’s not stiff-feeling. It’s actually very soft. It’s a little strange to apply, because you run the deodorant-looking stuff over your hand, then rub your hands together, then rub it in your hair. I was a little caught off guard by the fragrance. It’s nice, but it’s strong enough that I can smell my hair for the first half of the day. I’m not used to being able to smell my hair. If I had to choose a hair smell though, this one would be on the list, so it’s okay.

Well, I had Denis cut my hair. I was anxious to get it cut because I didn’t like how unkempt the sides looked, and he was willing to do it. He needed a study break anyway. He clipper-cut the sides and back, but didn’t cut the top at all.

I think it turned out well. It almost looks too neat right now, but I can keep it rough looking with judicious use of “product” in my hair. First crisis: averted. We’ll see if I can stick to my guns and grow this crazy hair out.

Note: Yesterday’s photo was of the left side of my head, because I took it in the mirror. Being right handed, any mirror shot will always be of the left side of my head. Today’s photo is of the right side of my head, because it was taken by Denis, and because I wanted to honor Annette’s request. But I’m sorry to say that I will be honoring neither Lauren’s request for Meatloaf hair, nor Karla’s request for Billy Ray Cyrus hair.