haircuts

Today we got our hair cut. Yes, both of us. I was just going to get my bangs trimmed, but then this morning I realized it had been months since my last haircut (mid May?), and I should just get everything trimmed. John thought he should probably get a cut as well, since he has to present his book at a gala event in Berlin in a month and if it's a bad cut, he wanted time to let it grow out.

So we went up the hill to the one hair-cutting shop in Radicondoli. Two sisters run it, one of them very pregnant, and most of what they seem to do is style older women's hair with curlers. For some reason, though, we both trusted them and sat down. John proceeded to chat with the two sisters (and a woman there with curlers still in her hair) about the weather in Los Angeles. Meanwhile I decided my hair was too long and asked my sister to cut it up to my shoulders.

It was a risky move on our parts, but we think it paid off. I love my new cut, and John's nerves have been assuaged. We'll both go again before Berlin, me to trim my bangs, and John for one more cut.