My Haircut Story during Covid

(Introduction: A funny story of how I ended up asking my husband to cut my hair during the covid lockdown, leading to a hilarious family moment.)

With Covid restriction having been implemented for half a year, I started to feel desperate for a haircut. I didn’t mind the isolated social life that much, but  I couldn’t stand it when my hair grew too long.

I envied my sons who could get their haircuts from their dad, using the foolproof haircut kit, like what they always got when they were small kids.  If only there was such a thing for women! I couldn’t help thinking.

Then one day I got an idea: how about I let my husband  manually cut my hair? I remember I read this information somewhere about haircutting. It says if you cut all your hair in the same length then you will get the nice layers and a natural looking hair style.  To make things easier for my husband, I made myself half sit and half lie down in the bathtub while resting  my head on the edge of the tub. I thought, with that pose, my hair could fall to its full length outside the tub, then it would be easy for my husband to just  cut two inches from the bottom—–smart idea, right? The result?  Well, how to say,  I found myself trying to fix here and there by looking in the mirror.

Since it was not easy to do it myself, I soon  turned to my husband again. I told him to make some amendment, following the “golden rule” I mentioned above, but he did not seem very confident.  He was just standing there and not sure where to start. “Just like this…” I showed him how to do it based on what I remembered from the hair salons and reassured him: “don’t worry, not that hard!”.  Finally he started working. At this time I suddenly burst out laughing: “ha-ha, I am making my husband a hairdresser!”. Maybe my laugh eased his nervousness, he came to be more aggressive. “Clip, Clip……” the sound kept going on… and I, sitting there,  waited for the magic to happen. 

Before long, I noticed he was not following the way I showed him! And the hair in some areas was noticeably short! I complained a little and we started arguing and soon the arguing escalated to yelling…… He never seemed so dumb and clumsy to me:  why couldn’t he get it? I had always thought he was a handyman! By that time he was obviously upset: he did not mind the falling hair going everywhere on the floor and even all over my clothes, which made me furious as I knew it would be me to clean up afterwards……. Without seeing any hope for a happy ending, I gave up and let him go. My heart was broken, not by the quarrel, but by the sight of my hair.  

I know it did not make much sense for me to expect my husband to give me a nice haircut. Just sometimes I had this fantasy and thought things might work out as a miracle.  I highly doubt there are many women who are as brave as I am, willing to put their hair in an experiment like this. 

Anyway, the next morning I prepared a nice breakfast for my husband, but I did make a ugly face when I passed it to him.