Nope I didn’t have a hair cut. I still have my braids.
Periodically I give CR a hair cut. He’s too frail now for me to load him into the car and take him to the female barber I found for him, and whom he grew to enjoy. Now he has me.
After the hair cut we sit around and chat. On this date Dick came along and he and his father chatted, I tidied the room (putting away clean clothes, sorting dirty clothes, and looking for the TV remote) and then sketched.
I have found the aftermath of a hair cut to always be a great sketching opportunity.
I find something very satisfying in recording my hair cut handiwork in this fashion. It’s not just that I understand the dimensions of his head better, it’s because he enjoys having a fresh cut. It’s important to him.
It also gives me a chance to practice working on the problem of Dick’s eyebrows because he gets his eyebrows from his dad!
Sometimes it is very easy for us to find space and time to do something for someone that makes them feel better. I think that’s a good goal.
Don’t give in to the idea that you don’t have time to sketch and still spend time with your family.
(Note, or perhaps a disclaimer: I also have been cutting Dick’s hair since we started dating, because his barber would always cut up his neck. If you know Dick, his hair is usually in a state. I just want to point out, because I take hair cutting very seriously (and watch all of Tabitha Coffey’s shows), that his hair does look different when I finish with him. The only reason his hair looks a mess when you see him is that he doesn’t understand the concept of combs. I let that slide. Of course because I love him.)