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After months of not doing anything with it, I chopped my hair off today, courtesy of the first female hairstylist I've been to in Turkey. I tried not to express my surprise that the woman who did my brows was also cutting my hair, but in Turkey it is so so rare to have a female hairstylist. For reasons I can't understand, they are not trusted and reputably bad here. Regardless of what Turkish people think, I liked having her because we TALKED about my haircut as she was doing it... she asked my opinion and allowed me to look in the mirror several times to see the back and sides as she was cutting. Rather than the machismo male hairdresser who hardly looks at the hair he is cutting, ensuring that nearly all women have the same haircut everywhere, she was chatty and great. This was my treat pre-baby, to have my hair cut, and with less than a month to go, I went to the nearest salon in the neighborhood. Lucky me to also get a haircut I like! Good thing I brought a picture, though... when you tell a hairdresser here you want short hair, you never know what you might get. I kept getting asked if I was sure I wanted it that short. Yes, indeed. Thank you very much.
