Barry CourterHow do you know when it’s time to get a haircut?
Some folks have regularly scheduled appointments with their barbers or stylists, but that has never been my style. I might go six months between shearings, but I do have a couple of triggers that cause something in my brain to say, “Time to get thee to the Flowbee.”
I don’t have an actual Flowbee – I just call it that – but I do cut my own hair with one of those trimmers with the numbered clips like your dad used to cut your hair. The numbers tell you how close to the head the clippers will cut, if you’ve never used one. Folks with siblings learned early on to be first in line because those things got hot, which seemed to make them dull also, so you ended up getting your scalp scalded while the hairs were being ripped out of your head.
The first indicator for me that it’s time for a cut is when I put a ball cap on and it slides right off.
The other is when I catch a glimpse of my shadow on the sidewalk or my silhouette in a shop window and my initial reaction is, “Oh my, there is an alien standing right behind me, and it has some kind of space helmet on.