Samson

A couple months ago now, Kevin asked how I'd feel if he cut off his hair; I was skeptical. For our entire marriage, and friendship too actually, his hair has been longer than mine and I had really made peace with that being the state of things. How would I recognize my husband without his mane? But that was exactly the point. Where he wanted to be a bear, Kevin felt more like a lion with the thickness that it continued to have, even at the awesome length of well over a foot. He couldn't possibly be serious. I decided that he would forget about it, and so dismissed the question forever.

But he couldn't forget. While I was in Louisiana, Kevin asked again, this time with more urgency, if it would bother me for his hair to be cut. "How much cut?" Quite a bit. I wasn't comfortable with jumping into the decision, so I suggested: "How about you get a good trim up and see if it's just the way it's hanging that's bothering you, rather than the length itself?"

Kevin agreed and we got a shape up at a local barber shop, which came out fine but didn't seem to make much of a difference. "Give it a few weeks."

It was okay. Kevin still felt that something was not right- we talked it all out and on Friday night we spontaneously agreed that a haircut could be good. I parked him in the hallway where the mess would be most manageable and set out to Totally Revision Kevin. It took over five minutes to hack through the ponytail alone, and then I shaped it up until we felt okay about it. The photo documentary below was rendered for your enjoyment.







I think we're actually going to go a little shorter because after he washed it it turned into highschool hair.
So there you have it.