Well, I waited an extra week for a haircut and was desperate to find someone who could speak English and cut my hair. I found a receptionist who spoke fair English and she asked how I wanted my hair cut and then told the hairdresser. Communication!!! I told her I wanted it just trimmed about 1/4", holding up my fingers to show her. I think she thought I meant I wanted it cut 1/4" all over. Well, at least on the sides I don't think it's any longer than that. And I don't have to worry about my perm--it's gone!
Actually I think she gave me a good haircut, but too short on the sides on the bangs. Oh, that was another communication problem. I pulled my hair back to reveal my very receding hairline and I guess she thought I was showing her how I wanted it cut--like a man, combed back. She had it cut and blow dried when I realized she was not going to give me any kind of bang. I reached up and pulled some hair forward and she got the message, but it is soooo short.
The good news is I won't need another haircut for a long time. Thankfully, a bad hair cut does grow out. Not sure what I will do next time, but I will find a way to better express what I want.
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That is so funny! I didn't cut my hair on the mission for that very reason. I had a companion or two give it a trim. Fortunately I enjoyed wearing a ponytail because that's what I did everyday!
By the way, I mailed our Christmas card to you but I have no idea how quickly you get mail from the US. Hopefully you will have it before Valentines Day:)
I love reading your mission updates. What a great way to journal and keep the family in the loop!
I hope you have a Merry Christmas! I was in the mission field for 2 Christmas' and loved it. I'm sure you will love it too!
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