Since yesterday, I have been drenched in self-pity over a botched hair cut. Well, technically, it’s a well-done cut. But, it’s not the one I wanted. A few months ago, I decided to grow my hair longer and was now just getting to the length I wanted. However, I needed to get things shaped up so I went back to a hairdresser who had given me a successful haircut earlier. Her English is good (important since my German is bad) and she’s also skilled and friendly. When I re-explained my goals, she seemed to remember and understand completely what I was saying. However, by the time I left the salon–chop, chop– I was back where I started 3 months ago. Something was completely lost in translation!
I decided today I had 3 options:
1. Sob into my pillow every night
2. Go back to the salon on a homicidal rampage
3. Google “quick hair growth”
After much deliberation, I went for the third option. Up popped various theories on Vitamin E, B-Complex, et al. But, the most interesting one to me was a tincture of Stinging Nettles. I became convinced this was my silver bullet and visited a health foods store in search of the cure. Well, I found it. It only came in a pack of 3 bottles and this stuff tastes like….hmmmm….if your dog wore underwear and you put it in a blender and added some water, there you go.