I know a lot of people are comfortable going into a salon, masked or not, and getting their hair done. But we’ve decided to stay out of places like that for time being, which meant I had to find a way to deal with my hair myself…or with a little help.

Just before things started shutting down last March, I got a major haircut, including bangs for the first time in years. Last summer, I realized I was going to have to do something about them unless I wanted to embrace the sheepdog look, so I finally, timidly, trimmed a very small amount off the ends. That went well, so I’ve successfully been trimming them more boldly ever since. I’ve also dyed my hair a few times, not because I “need” to, or because I was trying to replace a salon service, because I never did that anyway, but just for fun. But the main length of my hair was an issue that I hadn’t dealt with, and it was becoming a problem.

Enter Bunny. For months, she’s been offering to cut my hair. Rather eagerly, I might add. So last week, I decided to take her up on it. I figured it would be another fun memory we could share of this very strange time. I cut the part directly around my face, so she would know what length I wanted, and then she got to work. She did a very nice job, and it’s certainly better than a lot of unfortunate haircuts I’ve received in the past. As always, it’s quite a relief to have the split ends and annoying bulk of my hair gone, and now I know that I have a stylist in the house who can lend me a hand!