Sarah got a little trim and that seemed to go well, so I gestured about where I wanted my hair cut short and where to leave it long.
I had the most vigorous and fantastic shampoo of my life with a fruity smelling shampoo and conditioner. There was a young lady who washed and blowdried my hair and an older guy who actually cut it. 
He seemed to be the “master stylist” and she seemed to be in training. They were an amazing “tag-team” because one of them would be working on another person then they would switch off. 
After my hair was cut, they spent a good long time blowdrying it (I have so much thick hair it takes forever to dry, even though it is short now). They put a mountain of mousse in my hair (so much mousse… definitely the pile of it was bigger than my head). I tried to protest, but the Bosnian stylist was having none of it. He ignored me and continued making me in to one of the “beautiful people.” 
After all this mousse and blowdrying my hair completely straight, he made a cool zigzag part and then used hairspray too. I don’t think I have had mousse OR hairspray in my hair since I was about 13, and WOW, now I have both. So my hair looked very cool, but it was very crusty to touch it! (haha)
After it was all done, we took these photos and told him we would email the pictures. He then told a few ladies (in Bosnian) who were waiting for haircuts that I have something on my head. I clarified that it is a birthmark, but I felt a bit “exposed” and I didn’t know why random ladies need to know about the condition of my scalp. But there are no secrets here…
Before I left the shop, the stylist forbid me from wearing my hat (luckily it was late in the day and not too sunny!).
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