We stopped in Thailand for a couple of days to meet some friends, and to get some dental work done and I thought that I would get a haircut while we were there because it's cheaper and they usually do a good job. So I go to a salon sort of place that I've been before, and waited for awhile until a hairdresser was free.
While I was waiting, I looked through a few magazines and picked out a picture of what I wanted my hair to look like, something sort of shoulder length. My hair had grown quite long and I wanted a few inches off. So I show the lady the picture and she looks at it and then starts cutting. A few minutes later, my stomach starts to hurt as she cuts more and more and more inches off. I just kept thinking of my poor husband who I had to beg to even cut my hair, period.
Minutes go by, and she's still cutting and using a razor sort of thing and I feel like I'm nearly going to cry. I ended up just closing my eyes until she was finished. I tried real hard to smile at her and say thank you, but my stomach was seriously hurting. I have never had my hair this short since being a baby, and I leave the salon dreading the moment when I see my husband, so scared about what he is going to say.
He was incredibly gracious and kind and said he would love me no matter what my hair looked like. But still, it was a small catastrophe. It sure is a lot easier to take care of here, but it makes me real nervous whenever I see myself in the mirror. Dave keeps telling me that it's going to grow back, so I guess everything is going to be ok.
