Here at Frugasaurus HQ, we encourage you to live dangerously. Playing with lye, preserving your own food, and here, without apologies; cutting your own hair. There are plenty of tutorials online to help you get started. Youtube is, as always, an excellent place to check out first.
No, really. We don’t think there is much reason to go to the hairdresser several times a year, one year after the next. Sure, once in a while it might be nice to get pampered for a special occasion, or perhaps your friend is a hairdresser and you want to help her business thrive. Be aware that the latter is an altruistic choice, and doesn’t need to have anything to do with hair.
And I will admit so easily. As a child, my mother would take me to the hairdresser approximately once per year to deal with split ends. She would cut my bangs herself, back when I had those, and that was it for basic hair maintenance. As a teen, I entertained the thought of dying my hair black, but I knew I would be too lazy to keep up with the upkeep that would require. Plus, that stuff is expensive.
So when I went to university, it was with waist length hair that was reasonably easy to just lean over a sink or other device with a pair of scissors and have at it. I am lucky enough to have hair of such thickness that even my clumsy hands managed to cut is somewhat even. At least to the extent that it did not show. I usually braided it anyhow. There were limited ways that could go wrong. Whenever my hair was long enough, I would ask my friend to cut off a chunk big enough to send off to locks of love and then just fiddle a little with the edges. Job done, everyone happy for another year.
After over two decades of long hair, I decided, after much back and forth, that I was willing to give short hair a go while we were in London. In our district, we were able to find hairdressers that were reasonably priced. For the ridiculous sum of less than £20, I had a lady chop my hair off under my ears, fluff it up a bit, and the rest went to the aforementioned charity. I hadn’t been to a hairdresser in years, and it was actually a bit intimidating. My hairdresser spoke very fast, and I didn’t have the right terminology to express what I wanted.
Once back in Norway, we knew we were looking at Norwegian hairdresser prices again (over $100 for a female cut, easily). Since we were not willing to pay that, it was back to the scissors. With my now short(ish) hair, it was more of a challenge to cut it myself, so I employed Mr. E. to help me with it. Initially he was a bit intimidated, but after browsing around online for a bit, we both found pictures references of what we wanted, and off to the bathroom we went.
So, as you can tell, I am writing this from the perspective of someone who was never very obsessed with my appearance. I never spent hours on makeup of experiences boatloads of anxiety related to whether or not I was pretty. Because of this, I cannot provide much in terms of advice regarding how to relax about those things, or how to wean yourself off the habit. For us, knowing that we’d save thousands over a couple of years and lots of time reclaimed was more than enough to get us started on the DIY hair cutting boat.
I can also share with you that we had a ridiculous amount of fun cutting each others hair. We talked a lot, laughed a lot and shared a lot as a couple. Absolutely worth it over spending hours travelling to a salon, waiting with some outdated and uninteresting magazines, before trying (and failing) to relay to the hairdresser of choice what exactly you’d like to have done to your mane.
It’s just hair. If you mess up, it’ll grow out again!