A new look
On Tuesday before the map talk, we had time to kill at a mall near the Bookworm to take care of some appliance browsing (dishwasher, I love you, but do I love you US$1300?) and getting both kids' haircuts. It probably seems a little extreme to go so far from our home to get this done, and pay a premium over local prices. Where we went, though, was more accustomed to different hair textures of foreigners, and only charged about the same as a US salon for the kids' cuts.
Brigid was next. We hadn't been planning to get more than a trim on her hair, but the poor girl's hair was in a sorry state. I don't know if it is the extreme dryness of the Beijing winter or the heavy mineral content in the water, but her hair has become dry and ratty. My visions of cute braids and pigtails will just have to wait. This would be her first real haircut.
She had watched Myles go through the process, so she was ready for her turn. We did not have to fight her to lie down for her shampoo.
She sat mostly still for the haircut
And in the end, she was proud of her cute bob.
Myles was first, and all he really needed was a trim. I did have to make sure that the hairdresser knew he was a boy. I could tell from the looks that came across the faces of the hairdresser's assistants that was not what they thought. Poor kid, he gets that a lot in China, even with his hair as short as this.
Brigid was next. We hadn't been planning to get more than a trim on her hair, but the poor girl's hair was in a sorry state. I don't know if it is the extreme dryness of the Beijing winter or the heavy mineral content in the water, but her hair has become dry and ratty. My visions of cute braids and pigtails will just have to wait. This would be her first real haircut.
She had watched Myles go through the process, so she was ready for her turn. We did not have to fight her to lie down for her shampoo.
She sat mostly still for the haircut
And in the end, she was proud of her cute bob.
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