Hair Day!
September 9, 2007
I completely forgot to tell you about my hair! It all started on September 8 when I was out on my shopping day. I was walking around and looking in shops when I came upon a salon. The way I worded that, it sounds like a fairytale, huh? Well, it kind of was.
I have been in desperate need of getting my hair done and no one seems to have the number of the English speaking man that everyone else used so I just decided to wing it. I have seen so many salons but this one was different, it had so many people inside and it was really trendy. I stood outside looking in for a little while, you know, just checking everything out.
First I looked at the stylists’ hair. They all looked normal (for Japanese standards). Then I checked out the customers. They were getting excellent treatment. The prices were on the door and I was amazed at how cheap they were. Of course, for the American, they would be a little bit more.
So as I was standing there, in my own little world, I was only focused on what was interesting me. I was jerked back into reality when I noticed that the girls who take appointments (what is the word for that? I seriously have lost my vocabulary) were starting at me. I waved and then they came outside! Oops! I asked if they spoke English but they didn’t. No worries because here comes Yamada, soon to be my new Japanese hair stylist. He spoke English!
I told him what I wanted and I told him how I wanted it done and he was very excited to help me. He told me to come back the next day at 10am. I was pretty thrilled, but a little nervous. I told him that I was a little scared (I used my Japanese words!) and he laughed.
The next day I went back to the salon and was greeted with all of my new stylist friends. They just seemed so thrilled to have an American there. They all stared at me and smiled so big. They even gave me the one copy of the Japanese Vogue to read! Wow! I felt like a superstar!
Yamada had prepared some English questions for me. It was great. Here while you get your hair done, you read a magazine. Maybe they talk to you, I don’t know. He didn’t say too much since there was a language barrier. He did my highlights just like at home, Michelle would be proud. Instead of going and sitting under the drier, they brought the drier to me. That was nice.
After a wash, a nice long wash, I went back over for my cut. I told him a little bit, like 1 cm. My hair has grown about 2 inches since I left home so I am letting it grow now. He did a good job on the cut but the poor guy had no clue how to dry a Western girl’s hair, haha. I think he thought that he might hurt me if he brushed my hair too hard or something. He barely brushed and my hair looked wavy after the dry, but the color was good and I was happy. Great experience!! If you come to Japan and want to get your hair done, I’ll share Yamada with you!
September 9, 2007
I completely forgot to tell you about my hair! It all started on September 8 when I was out on my shopping day. I was walking around and looking in shops when I came upon a salon. The way I worded that, it sounds like a fairytale, huh? Well, it kind of was.
I have been in desperate need of getting my hair done and no one seems to have the number of the English speaking man that everyone else used so I just decided to wing it. I have seen so many salons but this one was different, it had so many people inside and it was really trendy. I stood outside looking in for a little while, you know, just checking everything out.
First I looked at the stylists’ hair. They all looked normal (for Japanese standards). Then I checked out the customers. They were getting excellent treatment. The prices were on the door and I was amazed at how cheap they were. Of course, for the American, they would be a little bit more.
So as I was standing there, in my own little world, I was only focused on what was interesting me. I was jerked back into reality when I noticed that the girls who take appointments (what is the word for that? I seriously have lost my vocabulary) were starting at me. I waved and then they came outside! Oops! I asked if they spoke English but they didn’t. No worries because here comes Yamada, soon to be my new Japanese hair stylist. He spoke English!
I told him what I wanted and I told him how I wanted it done and he was very excited to help me. He told me to come back the next day at 10am. I was pretty thrilled, but a little nervous. I told him that I was a little scared (I used my Japanese words!) and he laughed.
The next day I went back to the salon and was greeted with all of my new stylist friends. They just seemed so thrilled to have an American there. They all stared at me and smiled so big. They even gave me the one copy of the Japanese Vogue to read! Wow! I felt like a superstar!
Yamada had prepared some English questions for me. It was great. Here while you get your hair done, you read a magazine. Maybe they talk to you, I don’t know. He didn’t say too much since there was a language barrier. He did my highlights just like at home, Michelle would be proud. Instead of going and sitting under the drier, they brought the drier to me. That was nice.
After a wash, a nice long wash, I went back over for my cut. I told him a little bit, like 1 cm. My hair has grown about 2 inches since I left home so I am letting it grow now. He did a good job on the cut but the poor guy had no clue how to dry a Western girl’s hair, haha. I think he thought that he might hurt me if he brushed my hair too hard or something. He barely brushed and my hair looked wavy after the dry, but the color was good and I was happy. Great experience!! If you come to Japan and want to get your hair done, I’ll share Yamada with you!
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