Saturday, September 17, 2011

at the hairdressers

I hate hairdresser small talk, you literally can't escape it.

I often go to different hair stylists every time I get my hair cut because I never TRULY like the last person who cut my hair. Trying someone new is also partially guided by the price point I feel comfortable with at that current point of hair distress. So I get a WHOLE lot of small talk each time I climb into a hairdresser's chair. Why is this excruciating? Well obviously because you can't get up and leave. I'm sure that the hair dresser is trying to be friendly but I hate feeling trapped as I am being asked "life questions" (eg/where did you go to school, what do you do, what do you want to do, etc).

Its not even a two way conversation, because more often then not, when I ask what they study, its, "I went to hair salon school" and I'm not going to ask them about their job 'cus they are DOIN' it! So if they hated it or something, its not like they'd tell me whilst snip snipping.

On another note: my recent hair woes are due to where I live (suburbia). Also, when I was in London I went to my very amazing hair constant, Kuba. If you are from/in London (Ontario, that is) and want to get your hair cut, you should go to him at Cocoa Hair Salon on Talbot St.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Africa: Kenya and Uganda in a couple pictures

I can hardly begin to explain what Africa was in one blog post. For now I will say it was an eye opening and beautiful experience, brimming with history and charming stories from my father.

This picture kills me: this little boy was playing in the front garden alone with that rooster. He would rile it up and then the rooster would run after him, chasing and hissing.

You can't see much of the detail in this picture but its some workers cutting maize.

Sleeping in a mosquito net was great fun but a bit awkward to get out of if you had to use the washroom in the middle of the night.

This is a room at the primary school that my dad attended in Kampala.

My lil' sis' observing a closed shop in Old Mombasa.

This is a snapshot of the crazy driving conditions in Masai Mara.