1) Go a local Szepsegszalon: Looking at my sister's photos, I noticed how dreadful my hair looked. It was shaggy and the old dye job had mostly grown out. So on Tuesday they walked to a local Szepsegszalon and made an appointment.
2) Make an appointment: This involved a lot of gestures and pointing, but soon enough we had figured out when and how much the hair cut should cost. Nevertheless, it wowed my colleauges and I was dubbed nagyon okos (very smart).
3) Show up to the appointment: I was running late, but made it in just in time.
4) More smiling, nodding and gestures to communicate with the hairdresser: The hairdresser asked if I wanted a 'trendy' cut, thinking of my students - spiky faux hawk mullets are currently in style - I refused. Instead I chose something out of a book, published in 1993. She whipped out not just sissors, but strange instruments of hair torture. Instead of watching the snippets of blonde and brown fall arround my feet, I closed my eyes.
5) Look in the Mirror: There staring back in the mirror was Carol Brady, albeit a slightly more modern version.
She trimmed up the back, and it is really cute.
5 comments:
um, photo??
i had one of my 8th graders translate for me..through our broken Germans...that didn't work out so well.
"fru-fru," i learned, means "bangs..."
Do you know Kinga in 11A? She's really tall. She's pretty marvelous.
Glad it worked out for you! I got mine cut a couple months ago, and it was fine until I got back to my flat and realized there were spiky ends on the top that shouldn't be there! It could have been worse though!
your loyal readership demands pictures....
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