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27 June Flow-bee!Hair-wise, I am a happy person today. I have not been a hair-happy person for the last two months or so. I had gotten a really fun haircut way back in December, that just kept being fun as it grew out and out and out. By the middle of April though, I was seriously hating life as it started to look like a raggedy mullet. I could have just gone and gotten it cut by my personal hair genius (not shear genius, no), Christina, but I thought I had a better idea. (Can you guess that I was WRONG?). I knew we were heading to Europe and that I would be spending a couple of weeks visiting my parents in Finland. My mom had said that she wanted to take me on a day-trip to Estonia for my 30th birthday. In case this isn't the most well-known thing in the world, I will inform you that the thing to do on a day-trip to Estonia is to get your hair cut and colored, plus whatever salon/beauty services your little heart desires. That stuff is very expensive in the rest of Europe, especially the super-pricey sector called Scandinavia. It is unbelievably cheap in Estonia (cut and color for $30) and of top-notch quality, even if their customer service skills are stuck in the Communist era (it's really fun). So, I had figured that I'd suffer a couple of weeks of mullet so that I could have my very own Estonian beauty experience.
My mom and I woke up early to catch the high speed hydrofoil (basically a smallish ship) for the hour and a half trip across the Gulf of Bothnia. Our very first stop was the salon. All the women working there are from Russia, so the language problem gets interesting right away. These are Russians, living in Estonia, doing business with you in Finnish. Great. Fortunately, I had thought of this, so I brought a picture of what I wanted. Unfortunately, it didn't help for one second. She looked at what I wanted, nodded vigorously, and then with the very first cut indicated to me she had no idea what was going on. There were supposed to be long sweeping bangs, and she started by cutting a full centimeter ABOVE my eyebrows. I decided to just close my eyes and practice mouth-breathing. Close the eyes to hide from her hair-butchery, breathe through the mouth because this girl has not put deodorant on in a very long time and is spinning all around my head with armpits fully displayed. In the end, I looked like a character out of "Hairspray." When I tried to fix it myself later, I kept ending up looking like Mrs. Brady. Really not what I was going for, but at least I can enjoy a good laugh at my own expense. The best came when Jason and I spent the day riding roller coasters at Islands of Adventure and he would crack up hysterically at the end of every ride as the wind had revealed Ronald McDonald was his coaster-mate. Fan-tas-tic.
Finally, yesterday, I'd had enough and headed back to Miss Christina. I brought her a picture of a funky short hair cut, and she knew exactly what to do with it. It is so nice to have super short hair again, though I keep using way too much shampoo. It's not foolproof though, because when Jason came home today, he said I look like one of the Beatles. And he's right...without any pomade or wax with it laying flat like this, I do kind of look like Ringo. Or even Paul. I'm okay with that, because I LOVE IT.
On a side note, I had no idea that they still make the flow-bee haircutting system (I only really remember it from 'Wayne's World'). I particularly love these selling points:
"Low noise, quiet enough even for autistic children."
"Two products in One: Family Haircutter and Pet Groomer."
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