MissTick
Thingish Things

You know, women rarely satisfied. And even more rarely satisfied with their new haircut. I don’t know, it’s just how it is for me anyway. I would go to hairdresser’s with all hopes high, dreaming that I will emerge completely new me, leaving tons of hairs and years back at hairdresser’s. And that never worked, as I always emerge as an unrecognisable stranger with some sort of shape which I never imagined it’ll be like that…and days were needed to stop gasping when look in the mirror, and I would normally take scissors and make “amendments” , which of course would only make things worth.

But you know, something different has happened today. I’ve tried yet another salon, all without hopes already, just because I got tired of seeing same old me every day, so I thought why don’t I go and make it worse, if not different, for a change?

And this new salon I’ve picked up for today’s ordeal, was a Swiss hairdresser’s salon. And the owner was the master himself. And we talked, and we laughed, and he applied some magic to my hair and “abra-kadabra”…there was something in the mirror, looking very pleased and I dare to say looking somewhat cute even…and then I finally realised it was I…aaawwwww…

And we discussed Swiss winter and Russian snow, language peculiarities and ice hockey, vodka and kurch …which was a positive change from usual hairdresser’s conversations…

So I’m afraid I need to revise my point of view on a haircuts and haircutters. From now on I’m making one exception from general rule – Swiss hairdressers can really bright up your bad hair day :-)