My first haircut came when I was six weeks old, evidently my hair stood straight up all over and when combed down folks thought I was a girl, being the first born my Mom of course wanted everyone to get it right when they saw me, or else she got tired of the conversation when someone said;
"Oh what a cute little girl you have there",
"Thank you but, He is a boy, this is my son"
"Looks like a girl, just look at that hair, ain't she cute"
The majority of my early years I wore a crew cut, you know the style as close to having your head shaved without shaving it, drying my hair after getting out of the tub consisted of running the towel across my head, no fuss no muss.
Later on about the time I was moving up to Jr. High school, I was allowed to grow my hair out somewhat, this was good until our step dad took my brother and I down to the barbershop, he laid his fingers on the back of my brothers neck, using finger widths as a unit of measure "three fingers above the collar" then moved to the side "one finger above the ears" then around to the front "and two fingers above the eyebrows"
I wanted to laugh when the barber turned my brother around, his hair was jet black and this haircut looked like a butchered version of Moe Howards hairstyle from The Three Stooges, my desire to laugh quickly faded when the step dad said "looks good, cut his the same"
Two weeks would have been nice but these haircuts stuck with us through my freshman year of High school, at that time I could grow it out because I was now paying the barber, but I had to remember that the Bible says men shouldn't wear long hair, I was happy to remember that, but I was ecstatic to not have the finger width measurements anymore.
When Cindy and I married, she had a grey and white poodle, Blossom was a cool little dog, she loved having her hair trimmed, when Cindy would bring her home from a trip to the groomers, she ran to all the neighbors houses so they could all ooh and ahh over her and tell her how nice she looked.
Once we were short on money and Blossom really needed a trim, Cindy decided she could do as good as the groomer, when Cindy was finished poor old Blossom wouldn't even go outside, she wouldn't visit anyone, the kids laughed at her, and I really felt bad because I knew it would be more than two weeks before she had enough hair for the groomer to fix.
Ever since then whenever it is suggested that we could save money if Cindy would cut my hair, we sum it up with two words "Remember Blossom"
She and I did double team another dog we had, Dutchess stood patiently while we trimmed, we thought she looked pretty good until the neighbor girl came over with a set of electric shears and said, "here let me take care of Dutchess before you do any more damage"
Dutchess wagged her tail while Falon gave her the dogs version of a crew cut, it was a big change in her looks, and being the middle of summer she loved it, we gave the promise to "never do that again"
A few weeks ago while Cindy and I were brushing out Flash, her Dads horse, he asked Cindy to trim up Flashes tail and mane, with that said she retrieved scissors from the house and went to work on the trimming while I brushed....
Have you had any bad haircuts or hairstyles?