Jul 8

In the early 1980's (1981 or 82), I had long blondish hair that was parted in the middle and basically was one length blunt cut about an inch below the ear lobes and maybe an inch past the collar. (It was shorter than it had been a few years earlier!) Anyway, I went to this single chair "country barber" because there was a lot of good hair cutting to see there. And he cut my hair very, very well. Everytime I went there, I'd tell him just to "trim a little off the ends" and that's what he did.

One Friday afternoon I went there for a haircut and I did not give him any instructions and for some strange reason he butchered my hair. Instead of wetting the hair and lifting it up, holding it between his fingers and blunt cutting the ends about a half inch, he lifted the right side up with his comb and used the shears to crunch through the length. A big piece of hair about 3 inches long fell on my shoulders and the hair was left just covering the top of the ear. It was too late to do anything, so I said nothing.

When he finished, I had a short layered haircut--a vastly different look for what I had or wanted. I was shocked at the outcome and never went back to this guy.