Chopping My Hair Off

Just so you all know, this will be a really long post, but that being said, it will not be a play by play of my hair cut, it'll be an adventurous story telling of the whole experience choosing to get my hair cut at a random little hole in the wall beauty shop.

I know what you're thinking, 'what the heck was she thinking letting someone random cut all of her hair off?!?!'. Believe me I'm still trying to figure that out myself. Lets start where all good stories do, at the beginning.

I've been wondering for a while what I would look like with short hair, although I was too nervous to admit this out loud. Until Pinterest.... yes I will blame this on that wonderfully addictive website. So one night I started pinning some cute pixie cuts, along with pictures of how I would grow my hair out and how I would style it, by the end of the night, I was pretty convinced I wanted to try it, but I was going to wait until I went back to the states and had someone I could trust. But then the next day I started googling, never a good idea, reasons to get a pixie cut, if my face shape would work for it, ect., ect., which led me to YouTube, which had very convincing videos. So by the end of that day I was getting pretty impatient, so we planned on checking into some places.

So the next day we went in service, but broke off from the group early to go to the next town to do some shopping and to (unknown to the group) check into getting my hair cut. 

There's one place here that many go to get their hair done, a guy that has done hair for some famous people and has pictures on his walls of the people he's met and who's hair he's done, but I wasn't sure if I trusted him to cut my hair so short, especially since all the pictures of hair he's styled was long and more styled than cut. But I went anyways, I asked if he had some other pictures of things he'd done, he didn't and he was busy at the time anyways. So in the meantime we went to do some shopping at the market there in town.

Since the market is so busy and the vendors spill out in every direction we had to park a couple blocks away. Right in front of a beauty shop as it turns out. After buying our vegetables we went back to our car and Mom and Alyvia stared very obviously into the shop. Who of course invited us in, but I was nervous, I knew nothing about this place, but Alyvia insisted I show them the pictures of the hair cut I wanted anyways. So I did and she assured me she could do it, next things I knew I was in her chair. 30 seconds later my hair was brushed out then gone... I didn't even have time to be nervous.

Last picture of my long hair

And then it was gone

So half way through my hair cut the circus advertisement came through town, advertising over the loud speaker, showing off their lions (who's cages could have been a little more secure is you ask me since little kids could have easily stuck there arms in the bars).

Yes that is my hair dresser taking pictures of it with her phone...

The truck stopped at this intersection and with his leg propped up on a llama he gave the details about the circus. I'd just like to put out there that this is the most ingenious form of advertising ever, I mean how exciting is it to be walking down your street and see lions right there!

After my hair cut, I was super excited, I didn't cry of anything (which I did expect). This was not the end of my adventure though, I had them wash and style it to. Although she did style it with fancy Italian product which was unexpected, the washing took me right back to Nicaragua. The lady told me to put my head over a sink then she took a hose coming out of a 50 gallon drum full of ice cold water and washed my hair!

 

As it turns out while I was getting my hair washed my family found out my hair dresser along with another lady doing someone's highlights were witnesses! Which made it even more exciting! And made me even less nervous, although my hair was already all gone, so there wasn't so much to be nervous about anymore... But I was very happy with the hair cut. So for $9 I got a great hair cut, washed, and styled.

 

Alyvia bought one of the bracelets this little boy was making on his loom while we were there. He was very talented, making a couple of the bracelets with two forks. And he is the reason we found out they were witnesses wince he recognized us from a couple of the English meetings he'd been to, so he knew we were witnesses and told the hairdressers. 

Here is the finished product. Yes I did just take my instagram post, but I was too lazy to get my tablet to email myself these pictures.

And here is the back, although I apologize for the bad lighting.