I applied a few filters to make this into an abstract -- a basin full of my hair this past weekend. (Snarky jokes about the IQ of said hair compared to the collective intelligence of the governors of Florida, Georgia, Texas, and Arizona almost write themselves.)
I've been desperate for a haircut for many weeks now, sick of damp strands sticking to my face and getting tangled in my mask when I'm outside and trying not to touch either my face or my mask. I had ordered electric clippers from Amazon, but they turned out to be sourced from China and despite regular emails telling me they were arriving shortly, they never came. Then I found a reasonably priced home haircut kit from Ace Hardware of all places, and it arrived last week.
It's not the best haircut I ever had, but it's far from the worst -- I look a little like Paul McCartney circa 1964. I can live with that. And it's not as though anyone is going to see me.
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