Our childhoods are full of bad hair days. Cheap trimmers. Awful haircuts. Bubblegum. And Erik the Red once cut my hair.
The Hair Clipper From Heck?
Just like Henry Huggins’ parents, my folks bought a hair clipper to save money. But, so the story goes, the blades got dull, and Dad kept insisting it was fine. Because he could fix it.
Luckily, my brothers made enough noise (literally!), and the hair clipper finally disappeared. Maybe my mother secretly put it in the trash and made sure she buried it under the coffee grounds. My father later admitted he should have thrown that monstrous thing away long before.
A Few of My Bad Hair Days
My hairy experiences weren’t quite that bad.
Sure, I’m told that one time, my mother brought me to a hairdresser, and I cried and cried because that evil woman dared to cut my hair.
Another time, I went to sleep chewing some bubblegum (I must have smuggled in the contraband). Naturally, it ended up in my hair and my PJs. Mum tried putting the PJs into the freezer to make the bubblegum easier to take it off. Luckily, she couldn’t do that with my hair.
There was the summer when I got a “bob” cut before attending a summer fair held at my elementary school. At a booth, I won a tinybow and arrow made of colorful wood. Nifty! Then, a woman pointed to the cheap plastic bracelet (yuck!) next to the bow and arrow and said, “It’s a good thing you didn’t win that prize. That’s for girls.” Sigh.
The Scotch Tape Trick
People my age just had a Scott Corbett flashback with that title.
For a time, Mum used the old trick of cutting my bangs by putting a piece of Scotch Tape across my bangs and cutting across the tape.
Hey, it worked. Sure, it wasn’t the most stylish haircut, but it was a quick fix.