Today I have my first appointment with a Turkish kuaför; that’s hairdresser to you and me. Unsurprisingly, Ahmed has a friend who apparently used to look after his mother’s hair. The magic words that the woman in your life always wants to hear. Although I suspect that this choice has been price driven or he’s on commission!
So off I trot – well actually Ahmed pulled the car up kerbside and I kind of turtle-rolled out of the car. The salon is a flashback to the seventies with a bank of upright helmet hair dryers against one wall. Toni & Guy it ain’t! The posters surrounding the walls are of smiling young people with over coiffed and gravity defying locks, all gelled to within an inch of their life. These do nothing to reassure me either!
Sensing she may be losing a customer, the kuaför friend of Ahmed’s, takes my arm and firmly guides me across to the wash basin. One way or another, I am not going to be leaving here today, without some form of hair torture and/or fewer lira in my purse. Resigned to my fate, I allow her to administer hair colour to my tresses, whilst I read the English newspaper that Ahmed had thoughtfully bought for me. Two hours later, and copious amounts of dubious hair product, I am rooted to the spot as I gaze at my unrecognizable reflection in the mirror. I have a magnificent Amy Winehouse beehive and my highlights are bleached radioactive blonde. Great, won’t need the lighting on in the apartment anymore. Ahmed will be pleased!
The man himself arrives to pick me up and I get a “s’okay” which means either he wants me to do his afternoon shift whilst he plays football or he is blinded with love and a suspect hairdo won’t make any difference.
So just for today, as I am at an all-time low, I am choosing to believe the latter but rest assured readers, tomorrow is another day in Tinky Town.
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Went back to the hairdressers today – thought I might have better luck!
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How was it?
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I hope that you are happier with the new ‘do!
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Ahmet is back for good present day? Yes! BTW: Nothing says sexy like a beehive :o)
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present day still with Ahmed in spite of his hairdressing recommendations – not sure about the beehive.
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C’mon… Beehives are all the rage, dontcha know?
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I suppose if it was good enough for Amy …..
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Turkey is such an amazing country even if you didn’t get the hairstyle you wanted.
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It’s a great place to live but I’m not sure about the hairdressers!
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Retro is in. Don’t worry! We were joking today about how my harem pants, which you can sort of see in the video http://theunitedstatesofk.wordpress.com , would be acceptable in a big city in the U.S. but not in a smaller town, versus in Turkey villagers wear them but Turks in Istanbul would laugh. Case in point, you probably look gorgeous by Turkish standards!
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Thank you – it’s nice to know that somewhere in the world, my beehive rocks!
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Hope you’re feeling better!
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Today is an indeed another bad hair day but I’ll survive!
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Keep breathing, that’s the most important part!
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I was actually a fan of winehouse’s grandiose hair. how big is yours? please send us pics!! i have to see it. 🙂 it sounds cool in a unique way.
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I did contemplate walking around with one of the shop bags over my head but it was too hot!
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If its a bad cut… hair always grows back. If its a bad style… wash it and start over. I remember the first time I went to the hairdresser here, I came out of there thinking… I better learn to talk Norwegian because she sure didn’t understand English!
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You have way more courage than I – I don’t think I will ever be able to step foot in a kuaför to have my curly locks trimmed. Way to go!
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I did have to wear a headscarf for a couple of weeks though!
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At least that is a normal style here (;
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LOL the price we pay for love…. 😉
I have such an image in my mind…..LMAO…..sorry….truly…I am….hahahahaha!
Sherri-Ellen & Nylablue
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