Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Hair stylists gone mad

It had been several months since I got a haircut. My favourite salon in Sydney closed unexpectedly and I didn't know where to go. I was so busy preparing for the big trip, I told myself I'd get a haircut here in Israel instead. I saw a sign in Jerusalem, not far from work, advertising a hair stylist who specialises in short hair. So I made an appointment.

I walked in and one of the junior hair stylists immediately demanded to know how many sugars. Huh? oh. I got a lovely espresso.

I had my hair washed and sat down in front of the mirror. The Hair Stylist Extraordinaire asked "So what kind of haircut do you want?" "Well, I'd like a b.." "No, it doesn't matter because I'll cut it the way I want to anyway, I know just what to do."

And he proceeded to cut for about 5 furious minutes in a frenzied whirlwind of scissors and combs. I nearly fainted when I saw how short he was cutting. He stopped and said, "neshama, I can feel your heart beating. Do me a favor, take another sip of the coffee and calm down a bit before I continue."

My shaking hand reached for the coffee. Soon after he was done and I was sent over to a lesser mortal for final product spraying. Then I was sent to sit under this rotating heater thingy. I nearly fell asleep there until I was told that I'm done and that's it.

Overall it was quite an experience. The cut is shorter than I wanted, but it does look good and doesn't require any special styling, blow drying, or products, which is rare. I'll give it a few more days before I decide my final verdict.

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