Beauty is Pain

Yesterday I let one of my coworkers talk me into accompanying her to her hairdresser. I've only had my hair cut once while in Turkey, mainly because I don't know any hairdresser vocabulary besides "cut". She, on the other hand, doesn't know as much Turkish as I do, but she does know the hairdresser words. So off we went.

I decided to get my layers tidied up and get some dead ends trimmed. Then, after some thought and discussion I decided to get my hair colored. I'm only 30 but I have a LOT of gray hair. I picked a color that I liked, a rather dark brown, but the stylist said, "No" and pointed to another one. I finally relented and it turned out he was right - it is more or less my natural color.

Who knew going to the hairdresser would take so much time! We were there for HOURS. I was shampooed, had my hair cut, dried, colored, shampooed, dried and styled. During the drying/styling portion, the hair dryer shorted out and caught on fire! I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see much, but I did catch a spark and flame out of the corner of my eye. Fortunately no one was hurt and the guy drying my hair got a new one. He initially dropped the first one like a hot potato and I don't blame him one bit!

I also got my eyebrows threaded, which is apparently a rather old Indian and Middle Eastern practice. Have any of you ever had this done? It's pretty cool. A twisted piece of thread is used to pluck the hairs. Wild!

I finally got home a little after 10 pm (travel time and waiting on the bus ate up some time) and made myself some sesame tofu. That's all the cooking I've done lately, but I'll be making peanut butter blondies to take with me on Sunday. Sunday is TOEFL day and I'm an essay reader.

Have a great weekend, everyone!