My First Haircut (in Japan)

As many of you know, one of my biggest fears about moving to Japan, as shallow as it is – was getting my hair cut!! I cherish Josiah at York St. Spa too much! My fear of getting the Japanese schoolgirl (and schoolboy) mullet almost had me waiting until my return home to go under the scissors…

After seeing a few friends get their hair cut & surviving…I (and my dying hair) decided to give it a shot. So I headed to “Shampoo Boy”…and sought out the first hairdresser available. I was first ushered to the washing station. First I was offered a blanket for my lap while leaning back in the chair and had the longest shampoo & condition ever….as well as a relaxing massage! Although I think the girl I had was new…from what I hear from Kate the “shampoo boy” was very good.

My hairdresser, Masami Mizoguchi, started to work and surprisingly was very similar in style to back home – I was just dreading him to whip out the thinners...but I was not disappointed in the least! After he cut, he started to blow-dry….and then the shampoo boy came and started to blow-dry as well! Two men playing with my hair….it was like a dream come true…hahaha.

Anyways….so he finished cutting and styling and I was on my way. The cut was actually cheaper than back home and so far it is pretty good (we shall see after I wash and dry it myself though…). The shampoo boy helped me with my coat and they both walked me out the door and down the stairs, where they waved me off down the street! How hilarious….oh this country….how I love it….