The image attached to this post is unrelated to the text itself. It is from Finland few years ago. Today 78 years have passed since the Winter War (against former Soviet Union) broke out. The image should be a symbol and a tribute to the determination and courage that the Finns at that time had when facing an overwhelming enemy and protecting our blue-and-white colors. As a result of that attitude, we Finns can today concentrate on totally different kinds of acts of courage. Like the one the actual text is telling about and which compared to the aforementioned event is absolutely insignificant.
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I had postponed it way too long, but now it was time. No way to avoid it anymore, regardless how distressed it made me feel. No, I do not mean buying a new bra even though I can not deny it, that is something I probably also have to force myself doing sooner or later. Now it was about going to a hairdresser. Every woman knows the amount of pain caused by the idea of going to a new hairdresser. You give the big part of yourself to the hands of someone and that someone has scissors in his/her hands.
One challenge for communication is that often the other party don´t quite understand the message you have been given. That may happen unintentionally and due to earlier experiments related to the same kind of situations with different factors. Or they may understand it totally the other way around. Especially if there is no earlier background for your mutual communication, which usually gives shelter from bigger misunderstandings in long lasting customer relationships. What to another is a shade of warm brown might be some kind of rusty shade of copper to someone else. Situation gets even more trickier if either of the parties can use their native tongue. Then you really might be on thin ice, sometimes you can almost hear the cracking... And there I was, about to start communicating with Croatian hairdresser about what to do with my hair.
I had never been to hairdresser here in Croatia. My visits to Finland had included some little trimming of the dry ends but nothing more. The last coloring was fairly a year ago before our wedding so the roots were about ten centimeters long. During the summer the sun, that delightful creator of positive mind and vitamin D had pretty much blonded the upper layer of my hair, especially the previously colored part of it. So mixed blonde on the surface, brunette with the roots below that. That was my haircut. Looked as bad as it sounds. So it definitely was time.
My hubby had been at one salon several times so I knew at least some of the staff spoke English in there. Luckily this housewife timetable of mine is so flexible so I got to the place outside the busy peak hours, at one o'clock. No customers were present, five members of staff did. I asked if they had time to do the coloring and light cutting for me. After that we began to explore the desired color. I wanted toffee brown, the main thing was that all the hair would be more or less same color. My hair was inspected by three different experts. Obviously the mixed condition also worried them. Finally the samples of the color map were reviewed and then they went behind the curtain to mix the paste. Saying I was a little bit nervous would be an understatement.
Two hours later I sighed out of relief. The result was exactly what I was after. All the three ladies who previously helped in creating this new look were again messing with my hair and they were also quite positively surprised at how well it turned out. I also proved the best blowdryer straightening so far. After it my naturally curvy hair was completely straight and smooth all the way to the ends and just with the round brush and the dryer. So we were all happy. I also liked the total price for this, 369 kuna so less than 50 euros. Perhaps this is the beginning of a beautiful and long relationship under which the ice is strong and without any sound of cracking.
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