Before leaving for Deutschland, for obvious reasons, I often got asked if I was nervous about anything to come. Even though I was going to be away from my family and friends for a year, in an unfamiliar culture and environment, I always responded that I was most nervous for my first haircut in Germany. The language barrier would make it very difficult to express the length and style I wanted my hair to have, and I feared coming out on the other side looking like a rat, crabgrass, Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree, a bit electrocuted, or a series of other unfavorable appearances...
When the time came however, I took it like a champ. Although I figured I would have to find a hairdresser, and give up having classic, home-cut hair like in the US, one of my friends at school offered up her sisters skills and I was happy to accept. One day after school, we simply walked to her house, waited for her sister to get home from work, set a chair up in the hallway, and went to town. It was quick, easy, and I came out looking pretty good in the end. Not the same as Mumma’s haircuts, but pretty close!
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ReplyDeleteLooking good, but I like that, "Not the same as Mumma's!"
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about what you feared to might wind up looking like. Love your sense of humor, and love your new haircut.
ReplyDeleteI feared the same thing! A couple days ago I went to the mall with my host sisters and ended up going to the salon and telling the hairdresser that she could do whatever she wanted. Now my hair is so short I can't even put it in a ponytail... but I love it! Here's to our first German haircuts!
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