Well it had been more than 6 weeks since I left home and therefore I was in need of a hairdresser. It was time to take the plunge. The difficulty for me is I have been going to the same hairdresser for 12 years. I have thick, curly hair and a lot of it. Apparently there's only a week between a bad hair cut and a good hair cut. With this in mind I set of for the salon.
The salon is called Chanel. I chose the salon as the people who work there look kind of hip and happening. As I walked in the door a lady, who I later found it her name was Maggie, said, "Good morning." Hey it was afternoon but we have all been guilty of some time in our lives of doing the same thing. I thought this is a good start, someone speaks some Chinglish.
Maggie sat me down and asked what I would like. I told her I wanted a cut, colour and blow dry. She brings me the colour chart. I was armed with the colour provided by my hairdresser, Aretha, and was able to select the colour.
Maggie then takes me over to a bed where you lie down and your head goes over the basin and she started washing my hair. Having coloured my hair for longer than I can remember I thought this was strange. But I went along with and throughly enjoyed the head massage.
After washing, Maggie took me to another chair, where a Chinese man cut my hair. Maggie asked me how much I wanted cut off so i told her that I just wanted the split ends cut off. She asked me if I meant the broken bits, so I agreed???? Well he cut of two inches. More than what I would have liked but hey that must have been the broken bits!
Maggie than dried my hair whilst the hairdresser mixed the colour - 5 + 7, Aretha had told me this was another way of mixing the colour. So happy to see this. Although looking in the bowl I didn't think there was nearly enough to colour my hair. But then the Chinese are very resourceful. However, in this case they had to mix colour 3 times.
Maggie then applied the colour. The hairdresser and Maggie were looking very intently at my hair. I knew exactly what they were looking at. Maggie then says, "Why do you colour your hair when you have white hair?" God bless her. I responded with "They ain't white, they are grey and this is exactly why I colour my hair!"
Whilst waiting for the colour to develop Maggie gives me a shoulder, arm and hand massage. By this stage I've been in the hairdressers for a couple of hours, but what the heck, I've got plenty of time to spare especially if it has anything to do with pampering!
The colour has developed and Maggie takes me back to rinse out the colour. Another head massage!
Maggie than dries of my hair. The hairdresser comes back and through Maggie translating he asks if I went it curly. Of course I don't. I don't like it curly. So he says something back to Maggie in Chinese and laughs. I say to Maggie that I cannot speak Chinese but I reckon he has just said this is going to take me an hour. Maggie laughs and said that was what he said.
As he blow dries my hair, I tell him it looks beautiful, any words of encouragement so he doesn't decided it's too hard. He did a good job. Obviously no one can blow dry like Aretha but he did do a good job. After he finishes blow drying he starts to scrounge around in his draws. I know what he is looking for. I laugh to myself when he pulls out the thinning scissors. He obviously thought that I am here for 10 months and will need a few cuts, so if he has to blow dry it again, he's making sure it's not as thick!
After 3 hours of pampering in the salon the job is done. The bill comes to Y163 ($27 AUD). I pay more than that in Australian dollars. I hand over Y203, from the change I give Y20 to Maggie and the other Y20 to the hairdresser.