Going back to the Barber
Last week I got my hair cut, I don’t know if the hair dresser I end to was having a bad day or If I just wasn’t clear with him, but it was a crappy . But it was better then I had so I lived with it. Fast forward to Friday we took Jacob to a kids hair cutting place and they did a horrible Job. It was officially the week of bad haircuts, I’m just glad Violet doesn’t have hair so she was spared having a bad haircut.
With Christmas photos coming up we could just live with the bad hair cuts, so Saturday morning we looked around our neighbourhood for a simple men’s barbershop. We found 1, Philip & Frank’s Barber Shop. It’s just a little shop with a few chairs, and a couple of barbers. From the moment Jacob climbed up on the board placed a cross the arms of the chair the place brought back memories of my childhood trips to the barbershop.
He cut Jacob’s hair great and so I figured I might as well climb into the chair and get my cut fixed as well. It was great. The cut is perfect and it’s the little things that just make it great. He used a straight razor for the edges. I think I’ve found my barber, no more booking appointments or hair salons for me.