My folks were real grooming DIYers. We all got home haircuts growing up. The ‘bowl cut’ people called it because it was simply a quick run round the crown of your head with a pair of dressmaking scissors. Thanks to my Auntie Carol we were saved from embarrassment as teenagers because she trained as a ‘stylist’ and the home salon (the kitchen) was closed for business forever!
I have to admit I did practice a little of the old Vidal Sassoonary on my own kids – I have some woeful photos of haircuts I inflicted on my daughter. Fortunately she was always cute enough to carry off the error of my ways and she has forgiven me, I think!