“Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts” - Jim Morrison

Yesterday was a milestone in our time in Europe. Something that would usually seem mundane at home was making me very nervous. But it was time.

I prepared earlier this week by asking Britney for some key words: “layers”, “part”, and “please cut this much in length”. I had also used a ruler to convert inches to centimeters. I had had my eye on the salon next to the grocery store we frequent. I walked in yesterday morning and took a seat by the door to wait.

Getting a hair cut always makes me a little nervous (the AGD girls who lived with me senior year of college know why), and when people cut layers differently than you’re used to, it can be very unsettling to watch in the mirror.

At the end of the cut it was a little shorter than I had imagined (going to have to recheck the ruler and my centimeter / inch conversions), but I liked it. I went out to pay when I found out that the price posted on the window was only for short hair. I didn’t have enough cash with me and had to practice my French again saying my husband with the money was doing some grocery shopping, you can keep my jacket, I promise I will be back, etc.

All in all it went okay, but I’m pretty sure experience didn’t help my high blood pressure. I have calculated it out, however, and I will only need one more haircut while we are here. Don’t worry Great Clips, I'll be back.