People have told me that pictures work well, so I looked all morning for the haircut I thought I wanted. I found a few and took the printouts with me. The salon treatment began with a scalp massage and shampoo. That alone was worth the $15! But, I still had to get my haircut, so the gal did my hair up in a towel wrap and led me over to Rocky. I showed him the pictures, and he spoke pretty good English. I told him I wanted to keep my length, but add long layers and some framing around my face. He examined my hair and did what seemed like a preliminary "sketch’ of how he was going to cut. Then he meticulously began cutting. It took a lot longer than I’m used to, but I appreciated that he was taking his time. As he started cutting layers, I said "not too short". He chuckled a bit and said, "don’t worry". That’s when my body went tense. I started thinking that I should have just asked for a trim, but it was too late. He was cutting a lot off! Again, I said, "not too short." When he got to my bangs, he started adding more bangs. This is when I was done being polite, and I said, "I don’t want more bangs." I was glad when he put the scissors down and moved onto blow drying.
The blow drying was like I was undergoing surgery. The girl who washed my hair came over to "assist". She would hold up parts of my hair while Rocky straightened and curled my hair with a round brush. He would kind of grunt to indicate when the girl should let my hair down or hold another part up. When he was done, he said that I looked fashionable. Honestly, I haven’t quite decided if I like it yet. It’s something new, and I’m sure I’ll get used to it. Like my dad says, you’re only a month away from a potentially bad haircut. Rocky says to come back in 2 months for a trim. Maybe by then I’ll be brave enough to go to an all Chinese salon as it seems like speaking English didn’t really make a difference.
Caleb took pictures of my new haircut, so you can judge for yourself.
Before picture at my noodle and dumpling cooking class: