On Saturday, the husband decided he wanted to have a haircut. In preparation for the summer that is most definitely setting in, he wanted a close crop. But it is when he told me he wanted to do it himself, that I sat up and felt uncomfortable. Haircuts are not your everyday DIY thing, I tried to tell him. Theres a reason we pay good money and go to professionals – its because they know how its done. But of course he wouldn’t have any of that. He wanted to do it himself. And do it himself, he did.
So after neatly newspapering the area (at least some of my neat tendencies seem to be rubbing off on him. Score!), he was set. Razoring away, at the agreed upon “Number 5” calibration on his Philips shaver. Until he realized he couldn’t reach the back of his head. Of course, when you live alone with nobody else but your wife, you have just one person to call for help. So I was summoned. And in the most meticulous way possible, I managed to help him. At one point, I stopped to clean out the shaver. I dismantled the razor in an attempt to de-hair it. While I was absorbed in getting every last hair out, the easily-excitable-dimwit that is the husband, grabbed the shaver and decided to continue shaving. Without. The. Attachment. The attachment that ensures that you get an even Number 5 Shave all across.
But it was too late. And the husband had a bald strip running right down the middle of his head. And a neat Number 5 Shave all around it. It was rather pretty by itself. And I marvelled at how gadgets can do such things for a while, before both of us realized the crisis on hand.
After all the why-did-you-not-stop-mes and the are-you-trying-to-trick-mes and the O-M-Gs and the uncontrollable laughter had died down, I had the pleasure of saying I-told-you-so, and proudly declaring that shaving what was left of his “close crop” was the only way to salvage the situation. So here’s what we ended up with:
The baldie-fetish I once had, and that has gone dormant in recent times has suddenly awoken. After all, if a mistake can look this good, how can you not love it!
13 comments:
bwahahahaha! Well, if the wife likes it -- then all eeezz well! I can sympathise though, I too get bitten by the 'why use #5' bug when I go in for a haircut, and in a momentary act of bravado ask for the #1 attachment -- which of course results in a really short crop.
I don't mind short hair, so it normally turns out for the best !
HAHAHAHA AWWWW :)
ak: point is he wasnt aiming for it to be THAT short!
disguise: :)
nice it looks. serendipity :)
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theanalogkid
ahahahahaha!! Poor thing! But it's still a cute look, and will probably grow back super-fast.
tell me, what on earth does 'MT' in MTVC stand for? In my head, it stands for something rather funny (and unfortunately appropriate) in these circumstances. So wanna check. :-)
phreakv6: why didnt i think of that word before?!
K: quite simply, Motta Thala (Egg Head) VC!
Damn, that's exactly what I thought! All South Indians think alike.
:)nice. both the post and the picture
thanks K! id have to be modest and say thats just the power of a new camera and a 35mm lens :)
haaaaaahahahahahahhahahahah! sheesh hAAThi this was epic! I want a hair cut tom the pixie style. I'm giving this procedure a thought ;)
Btw, a very well captured photograph :-)
ahahahhahah!!! this is hilarious!
But I must say, this does not look too bad!
hehehehehe...haathi do you know G once tried to "trim his mustache ends equally " and had to shave off the whole thing...
arent we just absolutely blessed to be married to such geniuses
and oh VC has a child like appeal in this picture..compliments to him :)
you mean compliments to ME for capturing that child like appeal, dont you? i took that picture! hehehehe..
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