When I was young, my haircuts always alternated from bowl cuts to buzz cuts depending on the season. This wasn’t because either were particularly stylish, it was simply because my Dad cut the hair in our house.
His tools were simple: one electric clippers, one neck duster, and an ancient pair of thinning shears.
The shears were a relic from the 30′s (last sharpened pre-WWII), the electric clippers were actually intended for dog grooming, and the neck duster had stiffened with age to the point that it felt less like bristles and more like a wire paint stripper.
Ah, the memories.
Not exactly fond memories, but memories nevertheless.