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Showing posts with label haircut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haircut. Show all posts

Friday, May 12, 2017

HARRY & SONS BARBER

I went to Harry and Sons Barber in Cloverdale - Last week Christine scheduled an appointment for me with Troy at Michaud's, her hair salon. Well, not actually Michaud's since Troy has opened his barbershop next door to his ‘Michauds’.We discussed what he would do. Then he did it. Ohhh! Listen, hair cuts pour moi are non-essential. The top is barren soil. I manage the sides with an electric trimmer, as with the beard. But this … this was cloud floating. First, the golf green lawn mowing, short, short all over, head and face. Then hot towels on my face, and fragrant oils, then straight razor smooth as silk, and another hot towel & more delicate razoring, then a cold towel. $54 plus a $10 tip. It's a lavish experience. I will do it again, after I get a few more landscape and portrait commissions. -- Oh, and my daughter, Cari Unruh Locken, created the signage.

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Good hair Day


A NEW LEARNING
I have been convincingly bald since the age of 26 when I had only wisps of hair on top. I believe that I am going to have a full head of hair again.

What do you pay for a haircut these days. I have to ask because I haven’t been to a barber or a hair salon in maybe, forty years. Christine and I became convinced that long ago, at a time that we didn’t have two discretionary pennies to rub together, that she could adequately trim my hair – the hair that I had. (This is not me in the photo but a stand-in). So we have eliminated this expense all this time. She has mastered the art of the simple cut on a bald guy. I am satisfied and it never cost me any friends or jobs. And candidly, when I have seen some of the do’s that come out of salons I see money mis-spent.

So, the other day Christine had me on a kitchen stool with a towel around my neck and she was barbering my straggly ends. I said I wanted it short, saves me time, feels neat, and grows quickly. As she cut she said, the hair on the top is so long. I said that I knew that and that I have to plaster it down with gunk. She asked me what I wanted her to do with them (the pronoun signifies that the number of hair is still relatively few). I told her to cut them off. She told me that she thinks the hair is growing – that there is more hair there now than there has been for a while. I said, “wouldn’t that be amazing, for me to grow a full head of hair at my age.”

I knew a man who wore eye glasses for many years, and then one day I saw him without the specs and he told me his doctor examined him and he didn’t need the glasses any longer. He believed God had restored his vision to 20/20. And there you have it – the foundation for my conviction that without resorting to the Hair Club for Men or toupees or any artificial follicle inducement, God is going to give me a restored head of hair.

If you see me wearing a baseball cap, it’s either because I have a game that afternoon or my hair hopes have blown in the wind.

Really cute bald slapstick video

Another funny bald video