Haircut

I presented a picture of Mandy Moore with a long bob (if that's what this is called)...an easy cut if you asked me. I was ushered right in without a wait and the hairdresser motioned for me to sit down. I was surprised when she cut my hair dry, but I was willing to let her do her thing. She glanced at the picture about five times and did her very best to replicate it. It was amazing: it looked EXACTLY like the picture.

She asked me time and time again if the length was alright, how short I wanted the bangs, and so on. She was very good. I have to say, I was really nervous. Everyone here talks about the horrors of hair salons and how badly they mess up perfectly easy haircuts. I was pleasantly surprised though :) There was a young man there (a client) who came over to help translate whether I liked the do or not. They were very concerned.

The best part of the experience (other than the $20 price tag) was the hair washing experience.

The sink AND the chair both moved, for optimal comfort. The gal who washed my hair must have been a masseuse because she attacked my head with her ninja fingers for a looong time. I have never experienced anything like this. Might be worth the $20 just for the hair washing.

I lost the concept of time and space for about ten minutes. That's how long she massaged my head. I felt like a mangy dog who was getting her belly scratched. It was amazing. She massaged my NECK and forehead, all the while keeping the intense pressure at her fingertips. I wanted it to be over because the pain was pretty intense at times, but at the same time, if she stopped, I knew the joy I felt wouldn't come back until I was in that chair next time.It's like I was brand new to the pampering department...Korean pampering: who knew?

After my hair was washed, my hairdresser combed it out. She combed my hair like I was a terminal patient and she was my caretaker. It was fabulous. I was reminded of one of my first real haircuts. Mom took me to First Choice Haircutters when I was about six. I sat on a board on the chair so I'd be high enough for the gal to cut my locks. She COMBED my dry hair. I cried. Excessively. It was that day that I learned I had a "sensitive scalp" and have never forgotten it. When Nata combs my hair she always says, "are you joking?" each time my eyes well up with tears. No, not joking. But this Korean woman was amazing: so gentle and caring. Amazing.

I'd take a picture, but I can't. Someone else will snap one, I'm sure. Sigh. Need to get a camera for The Big Thai. Technology is super expensive in Korea. Again, who knew?