I've only ever had about a total of two haircuts by other people in my entire life, and that was when I was small and under the control of my mother! Since then, I have always cut my own, including a DA (Duck's Ass) haircut that was popular when I was in high school. It took me all day to do it with a razor blade and a series of mirrors, but it came out so good my friends wanted me to do their cuts, too! One other time I had a friend who was a hairdresser give me a shag cut, which I loved better than any other way I ever wore my hair. If I thought I could still do it, I would attempt that on me over this vacation.
I was just remembering what precipitated my first haircut that I remember! My grandmother had a huge permanent wave machine-like thing with tons of wires coming from it, and tons of curlers at the ends of the wires that attached to my hair. I remember its looking sort of like a huge device on a floor stand that looked like an octopus on top. After applying some ammonia-smelling icky lotion to my hair strands, and winding them up all over my head, she turned on the machine and I had to sit still for what seemed like hours and hours while it did its 'thing!' The smell of frying hair and ammonia made me puke while I was sitting there! Afterwards, when the wrappers and curlers were removed, my hair looked as if I had stuck my fingers in a light socket! That lasted about a day, when I refused to go out until the curls (frizz) were removed---hence, the haircut!
I just found a picture of it online, and will show it! Frightening!
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