Quinne’s New Haircut

We’ve had a hard time getting our hair cut in New Zealand. Unlike in the US, in New Zealand you can’t just casually waltz in and hope the closest hairdresser can fit you in while you take a shopping break. Getting your hair cut in New Zealand is much more important than that. Here you need to form a proper working relationship with the appropriately suited salon before making an appointment well in advance. One hairdresser wasn’t even taking new clients. Then again, maybe they weren’t taking new clients that loudly accosted the salon with the entire un-kept family in need of a basic shower and dissinfection let alone coiffure. It can be a little overwhelming when the Webers park their caravan outside your beauty salon, dust themselves off, and clumsily descend upon the shop, fleas and all, with at least one kid screaming its head off.

When you don’t know where you’ll be for the night, it’s hard to make an appointment for anything. Besides, we don’t have a phone. We were finally in one place long enough for Quinne and Oliver both to have their hair cut together in Mosgiel outside Dunedin. Quinne was very excited to go to a real salon. They were having such a hard time finding the few hairs that needed cutting on Oliver’s head, they had extra time to spend on Quinne’s do. They even put glitter in Quinne’s meticulously twisted up-do. Oliver didn’t get glitter or a lolly, or much of a do for that matter.

Here’s Quinne’s new quaff…



Even though Oliver watched them cut the hair in the mirror and feels he knows how to repeat it, Amy won’t let him cut her hair (Amy is a smart lady especially since we only have a well used and seldom cleaned pocket-knife). Or Beck’s for that matter, so we need to find another salon for Amy to sneak up on. We’ll try parking around the corner and sending only Amy and Beck in next time. Wish us luck.