No more dreads

When you move to somewhere completely new it takes a long time to build up the usual cadre of things you know about wherever it is you live such as where the best grocery is and which movie theatre has the best popcorn, etc. I needed to get my hair cut as the last time I had an appointment for hair removal was 9/11 which I skipped out on. So, after more than 2 years my hair was long, too long, and dry to the point of taking half a bottle of creme rinse to even think about getting a comb through the matted mess.

I was afraid to just drop-in on any random salon in the city for fear of getting a bad haircut due to the language barrier or just by not knowing which salons are not that well regarded. Jarkko finally made an appointment to have his hair trimmed and made one for me too at the salon he usually frequents. I felt a little goofy for wimping out but the visions of edward scissorhands were unrelenting :) The stylist did a very nice job after asking me three times if I was sure I wanted to remove all that hair. I would have considered a marine buzz cut at that point so badly did I want to be free of the dry, unmanageable nest of hair on my head. Of course, the universal law of hair cuts apply even in Finland; your hair will never look as good as when you leave the salon. :)

2 May 2003 at 11:36, Helsinki