I’ve relaxed about my worry that I would end up with pink hair or worse following my last salon vsit. Elfi, my stylist, hit another one out of the ballpark and I was wrong to even doubt it for a second.
Once bitten twice shy.
Almost two years ago now I had a huge culture clash with a woman at another salon in town. It was a relatively hip place. My regular sylist was out sick, the new girl stepped in.
We discussed what I wanted in half German, half sign-language-of-foreigners. I ended it with ‘not too light, not blond.’
I should mention here that the girl was Spanish and a newcomer to Germany.
Once a Spanish guy in my language class described me, to the class in German as blond. I had dark brown hair at the time. This led to a lengthy discussion about the effect culture has on the perception of color. A lot it turned out. This was a lesson I wish had been on the forefront of my memory before I let this girl touch my hair.
Rather than ‘not blond’ I ended up dark black and looking like a plague victim. For her this was ‘not blond’ and she was mystified at my dismay.
It took over a year to lighten my hair. The only thing good was that it brought me to my current salon, where they never make a mistake. Even when I think it is, it isn’t.
Like today. Not pink, not red, not white, just right.