Two weeks before my 4th child was born I got the worst haircut of my life. People throw the phrase "worst haircut of my life" around pretty loosely. But trust me, this was traumatic. It was not one of those "haha, you look silly haircuts." Nor was it one of those, "oooh, yeah, well, it'll grow back." No, this was one of those every- time- I- look- in- the- mirror- I- want- to- cry haircuts. (oh I cried for at least the first couple hours afterward... I'm sure the hormones that come with 9 months of pregnancy didn't help)
I had a gift certificate to a nationally known beauty salon/cosmetics store. It starts with a U and ends with an A. I should have just gone with my instinct and used the money to buy some good moisturizer for my elbow skin or some minty foot exfoliant or something as equally benign, but no, I got the haircut. I let a complete stranger cut my hair just days before I would go through one of the most photographed moments of my life to be quickly followed by a Baptism and two major holidays. It looked a little like this... ( And I am sure this is a very nice young man, and he is very happy with his hair)
It was a "not smart" moment.
I was humbled that day, and a month or so later I trodded off to my regular hair stylist. I tucked my tail between my legs, begged her to fix it, (if she could), and vowed to myself never to wander so far from common sense ever again.
What has this got to do with moving to Poland you ask? Well... everything! For goodness sake, if this has taught me anything it has taught me that I can't just let any old stranger cut my hair. At the store that begins with a U and ends with an A they speak English, and I came away in tears, I can't even imagine what will happen in Poland.
Martin assures me that there will be no problem, and of course he's right. They have plenty of hairstylists there who speak English. And even if they didn't, I have been assured that no English words common in the American haircut world like "trim" or "layers" are false cognates, really meaning something like, oh, I don't know, "please shave me bald," or "hot pink is my absolute fave."
I'm not too worried. I may still have to have to look around a bit though, before I find someone I can trust, and that's why I am glad that places like this exist... (if you make it as far as 2:18 let me know what you think of that style for my boys...)
P.S. This post inspired by my new "do" just picked up this morning by my lovely, trusted stylist, Andrea Richardson... thank you Andrea!