hair cut: a lesson in island culture

For a while, I thought I might be able to pull through without a haircut. My hair would simply grow into a long mess that I could pull into a pony tail until I could get my hair cut at home again. However, I soon realized that I did not like this option. The hair became unkempt and flat (see crazed vegan candy picture from my previous post). I made the hair appointment.

Upon showing up 10 minutes early for the apartment, I was surprised to find the establishment dark and locked. After calling around, I found out that if one wants to go home, she goes home, regardless of appointments booked.

Such is life on an island.

I had waited for this haircut for a long time and was very disappointed. I stomped from store to store to find a thinning shears. No luck (and no surprise).

It was time to take matters into my own hands.



I picked up my hair scissors and hacked away. Although it still needs the refinement of the thinning shears (shipping from Amazon today), the hair is less a flat, unruly mess for now.

Although I still miss my stylist in MI, cutting my own hair will happen until I return to the Mitten. No wonder Alaskans are so independent; sometimes you have to do it yourself so that it gets done.