IKR? I’ve saved forty bucks this year!
I don’t get my hair cut very often anyway. And now I have a good excuse not to get it cut. I think I did go and get it cut right when there were rumblings about the virus potentially becoming an issue just because I did foresee it could become a lasting problem. It’s now longer than it normally is when I get it cut, but it’s not a problem yet. I’ll probably put it into a pony tail like I had it before I went into accounting given that I’m now 4 years into my job at a very small employer who has no wiggle room to fire me over something as stupid as having longer hair.
I haven’t gotten a haircut since February. I wasn’t super diligent about it but generally veered towards getting it cut short and waiting a couple of months between haircuts.
I’m not Italian but in spirit this is me: wavy puffy hair that sort of looks ridiculous long. It’s starting to look a little better now that it’s finally getting weighed down but still, not a great look. I’m not yet comfortable going into a hair salon so I’m going to have to continue to run with it.
Ironically my Facebook feed is filled with hair rejuvenation snake oil ads. Probably because I lingered on this red LED and “laser” helmet ad too long because it was astonishingly ridiculous. Adding to the irony is that my biggest hair related problem now is that my bike helmet is starting to feel too small.
I finally got fed up with brushing my hair away from my ears and eyes last week and took a pair of scissors to it. I don’t think I did too bad a job, and now I’m good for another few months.
Still haven’t had a haircut. My hair is now (I just checked) four inches from touching my belt when it’s in a ponytail.
This is ridiculous. I’m going to cut it myself tonight.
Shaved my head and beard in March and haven’t cut the hair since. The beard had to be trimmed several times.
I was called a lady a couple of weeks ago. I think that’s a first for me. The person who said that only saw me from the back while sitting in a car. My hair is a shoulder length with a lot of natural curl in the back.
Your stylist is pretty much breaking even by charging ten bucks for cleaning and sanitizing.
My partner is a stylist, and he’s spent over $1500 in four months on hospital grade disinfectant, equipment sterilizers, masks, face shields, and a pile of single-use things replacing stuff like towels and capes that are ordinarily cleaned between uses just to legally re-open. It works out to about $5 per client in actual costs, and 15 minutes unproductive time between clients to clean everything.
I used to go every 8 weeks to get blonde highlights touched up, would get a trim every once in awhile. My hair is fairly long so no big deal that I’ve not gone since February. I don’t like the inches of dark roots, but at least it’s nice seeing I don’t have too much gray yet.
My husband was starting to look like a wild man so I took him out on the deck and snipped a bunch of it off. I have no skill but it did at least look better, and he was happy.
The funny thing is we have taken the dog to the groomer about 3 times. 
They do have very careful handoff procedures.
I think February sounds about right for me as well. I have nice hair though
My hair has reached my shoulders!
For 30 years I had corporate haircuts…I’m enjoying this.
I’m scheduled for my second of the pandemic era next Friday.
I got my first haircut since March on Tuesday, my hair was just about on my shoulders. Now it’s above my ears.
Wouldn’t it be great if long hair came back as socially preferred. I loved the 70s. Look at everyone in the 70’s. Waves and flips and big ass ham-hock sideburns and not one collar free of locks. Even staid conservatives back then rocked the “who needs a haircut” look.
I, for one, approve.
I can’t even remember my last haircut at this point. I know it was pre-pandemic. Most years I would get my hair cut on my birthday whether I needed one or not, but now … fuck it. I’m getting older … my beautiful mane is only going to last so long so I think I’m going to go for my personal record between haircuts - which as far as I can remember was just under three years.
I needed a haircut back in March when we were sent home to work remotely. My hair is longer than my wife’s now. In fact, my hair hasn’t been this long since 1983 when I cut it because the other kids were calling me Boy George. In Zoom meetings my coworkers poke fun at my surfer hair hair, my beard, and they’ve noticed I’ve lost weight.
They’re just jealous. Let them eat their hearts out.
Pre-COVID I didn’t shave. I let my beard grow and I’d get the occasional trim for it. Post-COVID I got shaggy, had to zoom, couldn’t get anyone else to trim my beard, and considered shaving it all off. We have a cheesy DIY beard trimmer in the house; I went with that.
My spouse does a little trim, it is keeping me from getting super shaggy.
My last haircut was in February. Yesterday I had my first haircut since then. Mrs. L.A. is very happy. She says I no longer look like her grandmother.
Just got my haircut yesterday. Probably could’ve waited another week, but I was worried that barbers & salons would be closed after indoor dining closed this weekend throughout metro Chicago.
Just like my last two haircuts during covid* you had to wait outside until called, all seats but the barber chairs were removed, half the barber chairs were gone too, all the stylists wore masks throughout, and customers wore their masks throughout, holding them closed when the stylist momentarily pulled the strap aside to trim around the ear.
I didn’t feel like I was in any more risk than the grocery store, where I get close to a helluvalot more (masked) people than one stylist. Not as close as the stylist, of course, but a lot more of them.
*including getting one on the first day barbers & salons reopened in late May after over two months. Thankfully the weather was pleasant, because about a dozen customers were waiting outside (all well over six feet apart). It was the first time I’d seen so many people in one place outside their cars or a grocery since mid-March. I really looked shaggy then, and I wasn’t the worst.