I've sort of put off getting my hair cut, because, well, I speak such a tiny amount of Turkish (biraz Turkce biliyorum) and the hair dressers both at the little shop on Base and Pretty's off Base speak such a little bit of English. Could I accurately convey what it was Debbie knew how to do by heart?
Well, the answer is, no. There was obviously a communication barrier. I went to Pretty's for a trim of my long layers. I, instead, got this:
Now, don't get me wrong. I think my hair looks cute. I like it. I really do. But it is ... short. When my hairdresser asked me what I was thought of it, I said, "It's short." This sent the gal at the desk who speaks pretty good English into a Turkish conversation with aforementioned hairdresser that ended up having the guy explain that he did what I said -- cut my longest layer just a tad. And then the rest of them quite a bit more than a tad. Apparently the "short" trim was of my longest layer. From there he went up, up, up. In fact, I now have bangs!
Joan liked it. My Mom liked it. JB liked it (and surprisingly did not think it was too short as I thought he would have.) They all liked it. I like it. But woah it is short. I really think there is a part of living in another country which requires you to relinquish control. I'm glad I'm not a control freak. I think if I were a control freak and very picky, life here would be hard. You'd constantly be wanting something and not sure how to get it.
While my head is a lot lighter on hair, my pocketbook is not much lighter. For a pedicure, manicure, and hair cut for me and a pedicure for my Mom I paid a whopping total of $35 USD. No joke! And, they did it all at once. I had four people working on me at one time.
Shows how much work I needed, huh?