la coiffeuse

Yesterday I decided that it was finally time to go get a haircut. The last one I got was in Turkey back at the beginning of January, so you could say that I was long overdue...but you would have put if off too if you could see some of the crazy ways people wear their hair here! It is hard to tell where it starts, do these people go in thinking they would look good with one of the mullets advertised in the window, or are there just shops that give everyone the same terrible style no matter what you ask for? Okay, back to my story...so I decided to face the challenge and go to a place in my neighborhood. I called a friend to brush up on my haircutting vocabulary and set out to the "Mega Coiffure" down the road. I told the lady, in French, that I wanted a few layers...some around my face, and some around the bottom to add volume...she seemed to understand...but instead of "a few layers" she decided what I wanted was about 87 layers around my face, accomplished by pulling out the front of my hair and cutting it at a diagonal line all the way down...not exactly anything like I said. After she finished giving me the worst haircut I can remember, she asked if I wanted her to style it for me...I said "no thanks, I live close and will fix it at home", which she to took to mean that I wanted her to fix it with a big round brush and lots of hair products (which ironically looked very similar to a picture on the wall of a lady from about 1984). Oh well, it keeps things interesting around here and at least I didn't get a mullet...though now I am officially a victim of the French coiffuse, thankfully hair grows back :)