The latest casualty of overseas living
So I wouldn’t exactly call myself vain, but when I’m at home on US soil I get my hair cut regularly and enjoy a good mani/pedi as much as the next woman. Once abroad I’m pretty much left to my own devices so the appearance definitely takes a hit. The ponytail becomes my hairstyle of choice, with the bun and the occasional blowout thrown in for good measure. From my observations of Edirne thus far, I wouldn’t exactly say it’s on the cutting edge of fashion and style, so why put forth so much effort when most people are wearing jeans and sweatshirts. I rationalize that there isn’t anywhere to go anyway.
Well last night Edirne is where my hair came to die. For the past few months I was trying something new and had been wearing extensions in my hair. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have my sister-in-law here to take them out the correct way, and I couldn’t walk into a Turkish salon because they wouldn’t know what to do with me or my hair, let alone speak English. So my husband and I went to work, and then everything went horribly wrong. I apparently washed too vigorously and my hair was a tangled mess. My husband has a head full of beautiful locs that he’s been growing for years, yet I somehow managed to loc mine in one 20 minute shower.
So I cried a little (ok a lot) as I had no choice but to take a pair of scissors and unceremoniously chop it all off. There had never been anything particularly special about my hair, but it worked for me and did the job. Now I have what appears to be a small rodent on my head. Some parts are curly, some parts are straight and there’s nothing I can do and no where I can go. Perhaps if I were small and petite like Halle Berry I might feel better about it all, but my head is just too big to pull this off. Such is life I suppose. My husband said I looked adorable (what else could he really say at that point), but then he made everything okay by reminding me that we are in Edirne after all. So for now I’ll just think of myself as that tree in the forest and hope no one notices.