March 28, Win some and lose some
Yesterday I returned to the salon a friend had suggested, only for the woman who cut my hair last time to be absent.
Another women with eerily similar stylings cut my hair a bit… shorter than expected. I’m verging on rich tennis mom territory.
That’s partly on me, and that’s partly a usual complaint from other friends that Korean stylists are scissor happy. But I’m someone who’s nearly shaved her head before so short hair isn’t too bad of a shocker considering I spent a month once looking like a dandelion.
The fourth graders didn’t catch my haircut but the fifth graders certainly did.
One tall girl talked over the computer monitor while I plugged in my USB to get class set up.
“Teacher, you are pretty.”
The boy sitting to her left said in opposition, “Teacher, you look like a rich guy.”
“A rich guy?” I asked.
“Yes,” he nodded solemnly.
He’s not wrong, I’m in that one inch hair territory between K-pop boy and “where’s the manager”.
But hey, at least I look rich?