Two weeks ago on a Sunday I did something that I swore I would never do again.
I attempted a do-it-yourself hair coloring. Needless to say, I botched the job horribly. I won’t go into details to save my readers from a painful recounting and many “How embarrassing!” comments, but I will say that no, I did not have green hair again. Thank the Lord.
I did however have a very bright blond spot right in the front, about two inches along the hair, before it turned back to my natural darker blonde color quite abruptly. It almost looked like someone had took a paintbrush and plopped it down just there on the crown of my head. I also had uneven, very light blond throughout the upper right side of my head. The left side was left unscathed somehow, so I was able to switch my part over to cover up some of the damage. And that was how I had been going out in public for the last two weeks.
I admit that my main reason for attempting such a risky task when I KNEW what would probably happen was that I was scared of going to a German hair salon. I had been told that you have to wash your own hair, and dry it too. And of course there was the issue of communication. I know just enough German to get by alone in a city, but the vocabulary required for a visit to a salon was not common knowledge to me. Another thing, if you readers had seen some of the hairstyles women and girls sport here, you would have fear too. I mean, those white blond on black mohaws are coming from somewhere, and my best guess was the salons spotted all around the city. And what kind of hairdresser would create such atrocities? Surely it would be the one that I happened to visit, and she would strap me down to her swivelly shiny hair chair and start snipping of my curly blonde American locks before I could utter a “Nein!”
That was my opinion of German salons BEFORE I messed up my hair, mind you. As I stared at my yellow blob in the foggy mirror after washing out the chemical color solution, I suddenly had a change of heart. I showed Farina my catastrophe and she agreed something must be done. She got a hold of her best friend Luise and we made a date for a visit to the Friseurin. (This is the german word for hairdresser.)
Today Luise picked my up from school on her moped. I donned the incredibly heavy helmet, zipped up my rain jacket and tucked my scarf in tighter before taking a deep breath. All of a sudden, I had more fear for riding on this contraption down an actual road with cars than for going to the salon. It was an old, rackety thing, with wheels that looked too small for the body. I thought, “Is this going to hold two grown people?” However, my priorities kicked in pretty quickly and I decided that facing death on a moped from WW2 wasn’t such a scary thing.
My Friseurin was a really nice girl who made a point of speaking slowly and loudly to me after Luise said I was from Florida. Though people must have thought I was deaf, it was nice because I actually did understand almost everything she said. Luise helped me explain what I thought I needed, and the Friseurin made some suggestions which I understood and agreed to. (Are you guys getting the theme here?? I actively took part in a two way conversation in German. I am understanding enough to make very important decisions in German! Hurrah!)
About an hour and a half later, my hair was fixed, and perhaps looked even better than before I messed it up thanks to the chic layering job the Friseurin did. Oh, and no black and white Mohawk, which was a HUGE releif. Also, I didn’t have to wash my own hair, though having the water vacummed from my head was a bit strange… but I only paid 25.50 euros, which was a TOTAL bargain in my opinion.
In conclusion, a German salon is not a scary place. I will no longer fear my visits for trims, and I will hopefully stop having those dreams where the mohawked Friseuerin is racing after me with a giant pair of scissors. Ok, so I never had that dream, but I won’t ever have to be afraid of perhaps having that dream either. I’ll probably have a dream tonight where a Friseruin is dressed as Superwoman and rescues all of the silly girls who try and color their own hair. She’ll probably be wearing a halo.