Off to the Salon

Yesterday I went to the local salon to make an appointment for a haircut. It's been over 5 months since I've had my hair cut and I just couldn't stand it any longer! Making the appointment went pretty smoothly giving me a little confidence for today's appointment. I called a friend to ask her for certain expressions like "My hair is very thick, and I would like you to thin it out."

I became more anxious as it got closer to my 2pm appointment, but nonetheless, I went! Unfortunately, when I first arrived there was a woman in the salon that was bilingual so when I started with my introductory phrase, "I'm learning Spanish so please bear with me..." The woman interrupted and said, "What is it you want to tell her? I will translate." So I I told her I'd like 2 inches cut off and to have it thinned out.

While it was nice of her to translate, this was an expereince I wanted to do myself. But it worked out, she left pretty quickly. After the stylist, Maritza washed my hair, I told her in my own words, that I was most concerned about her thinning my hair.

She cut, and cut, and cut... but no thinning action was happening. I sat, listened to her speak to another client, and waited. I pretty much knew that when she had finished drying my hair and started to flat-iron it, she wasn't planning to thin it out. So this was my window to speak up. AND I DID! I asked her if she was going to cut more. She responded by asking me if I wanted it shorter. I told her no, I wanted it thinner. She gave me this explanation of how if she cuts it more it's just going to have more volume. I told her I understood, and that I just wanted it to be thinner and asked her if she had a special pair of scissors to remove the volume. AND VOILA! She did, and thinned it out!

It's a bit short, but it'll grow... I think all-in-all it turned out well. And I'm glad I did it.

Martiza, My Costa Rica Stylist