After arriving back in Ukraine after my spring break trip to Budapest (which I will write about soon. Promise promise.), I was a big brave girl and went all by myself to get my first Ukrainian haircut.

Unfortunately, I chose to get my hair cut on a bad language day. I did not realize this fact until I opened my mouth in the hair salon and a string of nonsensical syllables rolled out. I wanted to say “I need a trim. It’s been a long time since I had one. But I want my hair to grow longer, so please only cut off a little.” What I think I managed to say was “Hair long. I want short…er.” I was put in a chair. Then, instead of wetting my hair down, the hairdresser brushed it . I panicked a bit, torn between exclaiming (or, attempting to exclaim) “You can’t brush curly hair! Not when it’s dry!” and “OWW!” When I had a nice halo of frizz, the woman began to cut. My worries about what I was going to look like were not assuaged until I’d gotten myself home, wet my hair down, and checked to see what had actually been done. Now…even though she cut my hair dry, she did a nice job. She really did. I will admit to being doubtful, but I’m happy. However… I haven’t brushed my hair since mid-high. The straight-ish frizzy mess confused me. I lost all perception of what my hair actually looked like. When she showed me how much she was going to take off, it looked fine, but I forgot that when my hair went back to normal it would be much shorter. …As a result, for the first time since freshman year of college, I have shoulder-length hair.




I think maybe it might look better than it did long. Well… perhaps the shorter hair is more becoming, but it is definitely much less striking than the uncontrollable mane of curly hair I boasted for 5 years …and occasionally let loose. This haircut will be a good thing to keep in mind for when I want to be a grown-up. For now, though, I will continue to be young and wild and desire hair to my waist. “Hair: The...Musical” hair.

Also, ALL of my hats look better now. Especially the new hat I bought in Budapest!




By the way, this is the outfit I will wear until it gets too hot for a hat and a scarf. I have lived in my trouser-cut jeans and brown wool sweater since October, and the changing seasons mean it’s time for a new obsession.

Mid-photo shoot, I had a visitor!




That's all for tonight. I am, in fact, still in Ukraine and will have Ukrainian/Eastern European things to post soon.