Yesterday was very notable. For the first time in my three-and-a-half years as an expat, I finally dared to get a haircut outside of the U.S. That is, a haircut by an actual professional, and not by my old roommate using safety scissors in our Prague apartment.
I did get a haircut when I went home, but when that happened last June, I hadn’t gotten it properly cut since before I left in December 2008. Now, you might be asking how a person can possibly go that long without a haircut. You can’t. Don’t. It was so straggly it was not even funny. So don’t do that. But I was terrified to get a haircut in Prague, so I avoided it like the plague. Why scared? Well…. go to Prague sometime. Spend the day counting how many mullets and/or people with purple/red hair you see. I wasn’t about to risk it.
On the whole, I see a lot less scary hair here in Germany, so when a friend recommended a stylist she had just tried here in Nürnberg, I decided to go for it. The hair had been getting a little out of hand for the last few weeks, and I was dying to be blonde again. I just feel better blonde. Don’t judge me. So how did it go?
Not a very good picture as this was on a very bright day last fall, but the painting and the gold on this building is lovely. So if you’re in Nürnberg and needing a haircut in a picturesque location, stop by and check her out. She seemed pretty busy though, so I would recommend an appointment for sure.