It may not be high fashion, but I’ve reached the stage where convenience outweighs trying to be chic. Actually, that’s not a new stage for me. I’ve never been one to be concerned with fashion or how I measure up on the style scale *lol* But back to the discussion at hand… this morning I decided I needed a haircut, so my wonderful husband pulled out our Flowbee and our vacuum cleaner and proceeded to do the honors!
Fifteen minutes later… Tah-Dahhhh!!… my hair has been trimmed and tamed. Without ever leaving the house. *Happy sigh*
If you’re unfamiliar with the Flowbee, you must not remember the late 80s and early 90s. We’ve had ours forever, and my husband is a past master in its use. I haven’t always resorted to Flowbee cuts, but they’ve sure been a life-saver during the pandemic months. And now that I’m retired and not heading into the office on a daily basis, I’m likely to just stick with that system. No muss. No fuss. No appointments necessary.
Ya gotta love convenience. At least, you do if you’re me!
