Social distancing has changed my life. I have finally learned how to clean and operate the various remote controls scattered around my living room. I have learned how to use less toilet paper. I have spotless door knobs. I have become acquainted with Joe Exotic, and wonder whether he had to remove his body piercings and start wearing underwear when he went to prison. I have learned that when you can’t find tofu at the neighborhood Acme or Whole Foods, that a nearby Asian supermarket will have it in stock and everyone there will be wearing face masks.
I don’t have to worry about missing a manicure, because my nails are snowy white from all the hand washing and bleach. I don’t have to worry about my roots growing in, because they are the same color as the rest of my hair. And I don’t have to worry about missing a haircut because my hairdresser and I are sheltering in place together. Here’s how that happened.
A few years ago, I sent away for a hair cutting kit, gave it to my husband along with a sharp pair of scissors and asked him to watch a YouTube video on how to use it. Then I asked him to cut my hair. Why did I do this? I knew I needed to start getting regular haircuts but did not relish the idea of scheduling trips to a hair salon. I see my dentist as recommended and that’s about all I can manage. But quite frankly I was getting to that age where every woman must pay attention to personal grooming lest she start to resemble Alice the Goon. And why did I pick my husband? Because all men who love me must suffer.
My husband is not one to embrace new experiences. He does not run from them so much as sidestep toward them kicking and screaming with one eye closed and his arms waving frantically. But for some reason known only to him, he watched the video then cut my hair. And he did a great job! I was still working at the time and my office colleagues loved my new look. When they asked me who cut my hair, I replied, “Mr. Ken.” When they asked for his number, I said it was the same as mine.
So if you are fretting about your hair, hand your significant other a pair of scissors and have at it. This coronavirus thing is not going away any time soon, so if your partner screws up your hair, you will have one more reason to stay inside. And support your hairdresser when this is over. They will need your business more than ever. Check out this link for more information.
Mr. Ken recommended this video. Enjoy!