We did something dangerous, this week.
We bought a clipper set. We bought a very fancy clipper set … to cut hair. To cut ‘our‘ hair—not other people’s hair, just in case you were wondering if I were starting a new business. I’m not.
For those of you interested in this kind of thing, it’s a Philips 7000 series (though I wonder what happened to the previous 6999 versions?) It comes with three plastic comb fittings. A set of professional scissors, a separate simple plastic comb, and a cape. Yes, we’re going to become super heroes … or something.
That something probably being bald.
Especially as neither of us have a single clue as to how to cut hair to begin with. But hey, we remedied that by watching three very curious and, quite frankly, probably useless YouTube videos … useless since said videos were of guys cutting their own hair on the shortest settings going. Maybe we could join the Army? Hmm …
Yes, I know. We need to do more research. A lot more research. But since when did not knowing how to do something stop anyone, anyway, from going right ahead and, eh, doing it?
So yes, this weekend, I will officially end up looking like an escapee from an institute or an extra from the movie, 12 Monkeys.
So what’s the difference between a good hair cut and a bad hair cut? Two weeks!
Wish us luck, I think we’re going to need it.