Nancy Salak, New York, USA
The Enforced isolation gives me time to cut my own hair. No one will see it until it's grown out any way. I ordered one of those cheap razor combs from Amazon and it came in two days: a small squished up white envelop in my mailbox. Walking i n, unwrapping it, which is quite a task with the tape and glue Amazon uses, I was thinking, I'd do it right away. Got the utensil out of its package without cutting myself, and headed for the light and mirrors of my bathroom. Snap! Out blew a 100 watt bulb. Damn. Okay, I'll find a bulb and get a ladder and put a new one in.
After removing a mound of clothes on the ladder, I dragged it into the bathroom and placed it under the light fixture. Wobbling and stretching, I stepped up to the dusty dead bulb. It was still hot. Better get a towel. Back down. Found a small dishtowel. Back up. Still shaky. Unscrewed the bulb. Back down. Wrapped it in a paper towel which was right there in the bathroom since I use paper towels for toilet paper now. Looked through my cabinet for a new bulb, but found only empty boxes. Shit. Had to remove a bulb from my kitchen lamp. Didn't need that anyhow. Back up the ladder, determined to have light this time. Carefully screwed it in and zap! There was light!
Back down , put the ladder back in the bedroom and put the clothes back on it. I can only handle so much change.
Now for the business at hand! First, I wet the entire hairy mass. Then, ran my fingers through it and began shaving inches off the top. Moved to the sides. decided to just shave off all the hair around my ears. The new comb was sharp and worked like magic. Just shaved away leaving all the hair mess in the sink to clog up my drain. No problem. I'll clean that up with a paper towel when I'm done. Shave, shave. God, this thing is amazing. It just cuts away and in no time flat, had both sides looking like the sides of a man's hair cut, but with a nice moppy top left. Cool. then, I started at the back of my neck and shaved away working up. The hairs fell away onto my shirt, but I had to wash it anyway. I carefully slid my fingers through the top of my hair and cut away at the little bit that stuck out of my fingers. Pretty soon, I was close to being hair topless. Okay though. There was still enough to stick straight up in an EEK! hair do.
The color was half gray and half an ugly brownish color that I didn't remember ever having. Just a few squirts of SunIN took care of that. I'd have to add some more the next day so that it matched up with the top, but otherwise, my quarantine hair was short and boyish and blonde like when I was twelve. I stared at it over and over in the mirror,smiling all the time. Who the hell needs to pay fifty dollars for a hair cut? Not me. Not since