It's the Little Things

It had to happen.  After all, it's been exactly 4 months.

My hair desperately needed to be cut.

But I was scared!

I'm not exaggerating when I say that every time I got my hair cut in the year and a half leading up to our move to France I would start panicing and think, "How will I ever do this in French?"  But I couldn't put it off any longer.  So Wednesday, with Jordan by my side for moral support, I walked into a salon down the street and requested an appointment.

Thursday Jordan did not join me for moral support, but with my French and the woman's kind patience, along with a little help from a Pinterest photo, I successfully received my first French haircut.  What a relief!


I can't say I love my new haircut, but it was a positive experience nonetheless.  At least the woman didn't cut all of my hair off!  I believe I will return to that salon (especially since they give a discount for people 25 years and under :).



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