John is the proud owner of a hair clipper set. His afro badly need a trim so he set up shop in the front entryway of our little apartment and buzzed it off.
Seeing him do this reminded me of my childhood experiences of having my own hair cut. Mum always cut our hair. Until we started wanting more complicated cuts (e.g. layers), we sat in a chair in the kitchen with a brown cape draped around us and had mamma snip away.
Esti was the one who cut my hair short when I was about 12. She also does bangs and trims for me these days. I'm not sure where she learned. She's probably just a natural.
Oh no! That picture makes me look like a prenubile wookie. I swear, all those chest hairs are fallen scalp soldiers!
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