It wasn’t that long ago that we had to replace all of the appliances in our kitchen. Once the dishwasher went bad, it seemed like they all started misbehaving. At the time, money wasn’t tight, my kids (all boys, mind you) were eating A LOT (that hasn’t changed), and we could get a “deal” by purchasing everything at once…yipee! Naturally, we got the largest refrigerator we could fit in our kitchen–you can store a side of beef and your four best friends in this thing–and a pretty sweet microwave/convection oven that has gotten a ton of use. Until now.
Fast forward maybe five years, seven tops, and those GE appliances are once again dropping like flies in a hot attic. That mac daddy fridge now creates a sheet of ice under the meat & cheese drawer that threatens to guillotine off your toes when you open it. The dishwasher underwent several repairs that, at first, Mr. Repairman attributed to apple seeds in the filter. What?! Turned out, the pump was bad. The glass door on my oven completely shattered one year right before we were scheduled to host Thanksgiving. And now, my microwave is blown.
Instead of spending hundreds of dollars to replace it with another expensive piece of s*&t, I’m re-learning how it was all done in the “olden days” before every kitchen, office, and dorm had a microwave. I’m reheating leftovers on the stove! And in the oven! I feel so retro! Not really, I actually feel like I’m camping and it kinda sucks. But hey, we managed to have our hot tub fixed…maybe I can heat things up in there!
Vintage Everyday (2012, September 7). Old Photos of Hobos: A Hobo in Camp, 1935. Retrieved from http://www.vintag.es/2012/09/old-photos-of-hobos.html
I’m certain that the men and women who cut hair for a living have gone through some sort of training and licensing program. Whether or not that program was of high quality is a mystery. I used to think that the pricier the cut, the better the results. Generally, that seems to be the case but it isn’t always. I’ve gotten really great haircuts at one particular salon only to go back, have someone else at the same place cut my hair, and leave with a disastrous haircut and $80 less in my wallet.
Now, with four boys who attend a school that requires them to maintain a short haircut, we spend a lot in salon and barber visits. I’m using both terms–salon and barber–because we’ve tried both and in the nine years we’ve lived in this town, I have yet to find a place that provides consistently good haircuts. In fact, it’s more often than not that we’re leaving one of these establishments with the boys looking like either Lego characters or Amish kids, and we’ve spent a small fortune.
Then there’s the issue of the boys cutting their own hair. My youngest two have been especially bad at self-grooming, and I often find globs of blondish hair littering the bathroom sink along with a pair of blunt-tip school scissors somewhere in the mess. It doesn’t take long to find the culprit, as he’ll inevitably have bald spots scattered randomly around his head, sort of like a dog with mange. Or, he will have just worked on the bangs, taking them up to the scalp and leaving the rest in a jagged edge, creating a weird kind of moon-face effect. Some of these instances have led us to full-on buzz cuts, which really don’t suit any of my boys. Their hair is too fair, making them look like neglected urchins.
Recently, I decided I would take the matter into my own hands–literally. I bought a nice set of clippers, reasonably sharp hair cutting scissors, and a sleek black comb: just like the barber uses. After carefully observing the process during our last trip to either the barber or the salon, I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do any worse than they, but if I did we’d just go back to the buzz cuts. I’m happy to report that after a lot of fearful looks, itchy necks, and “Sit still or I might cut off your ears,” the boys’ hair looks great!