My husband is a man of very basic grooming essentials. As a matter of fact, we’re constantly on the verge of a nuclear meltdown over his lack of any willingness to go and get a real haircut. Most couples fight over infidelity or money issues, but not in this house. We have words over haircuts people, and the lack thereof. And what kills me is that I KNOW people who can do this for him…and still…no go. (Believe me, I realize how lucky I am to be his wife, but still—can you play your violin in the background for me for just a few seconds?) But I swear to God, if he lets it get any longer than it is right now—I’m going to start calling him Steff, and tell him that James Spader called and wants his hair back.
Don’t get me wrong, the hubs is NOT a slob. But he suffers from mind wanderlust (as do many of the male persuasion), and there are so many other things he’d rather be doing on the weekend—than sitting in a salon chair for an entire 14 minutes having his hair cut into a reasonable style that’s not hanging in his eyes. You have no idea how NUTS this drives me—I’m a former hairstylist for crying out loud. But no, he tortures me instead (yet I love him for it).
Which brings me to his short list of essentials: [Read more...]