T-swift

I love getting my hair cut in Korea. I go to this awesome salon called Juno Hair, and I always go to the one stylist who can speak English, Ban Seok. Luckily she's also very nice and very good at her job. And since we discovered we both go to church, we're best friends too. I get my hair cut, washed, styled, plus a scalp massage and a cup of coffee for $20. Greatest salon ever.

Ban Seok was cutting my hair tonight and some other girl came and stood by us. She didn't speak a lot of English, but she talked a little bit. When Ban Seok was done, other girl asked if she could style my hair. I said sure. She said "Can I wave dry it?" I wasn't really sure what that meant, but I said yes. Then she started taking tiny little chunks of hair and wrapping them around the curling iron. I thought "oh my gosh, I'm going to be here for 3 hours" but she somehow did it pretty quickly. I think she just wanted to play with white girl hair. She brushed, dried, curled, then brushed some more. I left looking like Taylor Swift. Too bad it was 7:30 on a Monday night and I didn't really have anywhere to go.