Today, as the title implies, was Haircut Day. Not for Shlomo – we are waiting for his third birthday before we cut his hair. For us.
So right after we got married, we bought a buzzer. Money was tight, so we got a medium-rate one. A shame, too, because my cousin’s husband offered us his right after we bought ours, since he had just bought a new one. And I think his was better quality. Our buzzer did a good job for the first two or three haircuts. It did a less great job for the next one. And it took over an hour (maybe even an hour and a half, with a less-than-happy newborn) for the one after that. By that time (prior to the hour-and-half haircut), we had moved, so we started asking our new neighbor, M. (who was a friend beforehand), if we could borrow his. So, that’s what we did.
Then M.’s buzzer broke. So we splurged and bought an expensive one. It cuts hair, including the being-careful-around-the-peyot (sidelocks) issue, in about ten minutes. It works beautifully. M. now borrows our buzzer every time he or his son need a haircut. And I have learned how to cut around peyot properly, without touching them. (More about peyot – and Yitzchak’s peyot – later. Remind me.)
Today, as usual, Yitzchak’s haircut was first. Then he reminded me that I also needed one. So, to the bathroom we go.
My hair is thick and curly. By ‘thick’ I mean that the strands themselves are thick, and that they grow densely. The first time after we got married that I needed to cut my hair, I am pretty sure I did it myself. I didn’t like the result, which was too short; it seems I had become too cocky from my pre-marriage self-haircut successes that I had stopped being careful. The next time, I tied it into a ponytail and ordered Yitzchak to cut it. He didn’t think I was doing it properly, but listened anyways. Too bad for me, because I was wrong and he was right. It was way too short, and uneven to boot. I evened it out, but there was nothing to be done about the shortness. It would just have to grow back. Luckily for me during both of these mis-cuts, I was a) pregnant, which meant my hair grew super-fast, and b) it was summer, which meant that less hair means less heat and sweat, especially if you are wearing a head covering (as many religious married women do).
The next time I told Yitzchak to cut it, and to ignore my instructions if they seemed to be illogical. He cut it too short again. But, it was much better than the previous time.
The time after that, he cut it again too short, but not as short. The lesson, in his words? “I need to leave your hair an inch and a half longer than I think I do.”
And now, even though Yitzchak dreads cutting my hair, lest he make a mistake, he cuts my hair perfectly: It can be gathered easily into a ponytail and does not bunch up under whatever head covering I happen to be wearing. It does not require five pins to keep it from sticking out of my sheitel (wig). And, it saves on my shampoo bill.