The first Christmas I spent as a married woman my mom gave me a gift that has proven to be priceless…
A set of hair clippers and lessons on how to cut hair from a friend of hers.
A few weeks later, with my husband dutifully propped on a stool in my mom’s friend’s garage, I took my first swipes at his head (brave man!) I didn’t do too bad if I do say so myself!
She only taught me one cut…high and tight (you military mamas know what I’m talking about), but that was all I needed to know. My husband is former military and a former police officer (both military and civilian), so knowing how to cut this one haircut ended up being an incredible return on my mom’s initial investment.
Now, you can quadruple that return since I now have not only a husband, but 3 boys
Saturday night, Super K was the recipient of my haircutting skills.
Usually, I put a towel around his neck to keep the hair off of him, but we were in a serious hurry that night, so I knew he wouldn’t have to deal with the yuck of hair being all over him too long.
I use Andis brand clippers (only because the lady at Sally’s Beauty Supply talked me into it.) They’ve been good clippers and have lasted quite a while.
You start by oiling the clippers. These clippers will actually shut off if the oil isn’t sufficient.
I use a 1/2″ guard on the top of the head first. My boys have a lot of cowlicks, so I have to run the clippers over their heads several times in several different directions in order to get it all (and on occasion I find a stray long hair while I’m sitting next to them in church or in a restaurant…”Note to self…cut that piece of stickin’-up-hair when we get home!”)
After I’ve taken a goodly amount off the top and down the sides a bit, I switch to an 1/8″ blade and work my way from the base of the hairline to an imaginary line on the side of their heads. Since I cut “high” and tight not “low” and tight, this imaginary line tends to be very close to where the head curves and becomes the top of the head. My sons have 2 cowlicks on either side of their foreheads which creates a bit of a widow’s peak. The imaginary line is level with the widow’s peak.
As you near the imaginary line, you rock the clippers out toward you ever so slightly so it creates a “fade” and not a defined line. My husband calls it a “shelf” if I don’t fade enough, as in,
“I have a shelf on this side of my head…could you fix that?”
Then, I brush off my victim son and whisk him to the shower (his least favorite part of this whole ordeal).
Lookin’ good, Laddy Boy!
(Thanks Mom for the gift that has kept on giving!)