A Day Of Beauty

If I had more brains i would be able to post the occasional photo on the blog but as yet I haven't figured out how that works from the iPad. And when I do Aneta has determined that I have to post a photo of my new hair style acquired In 15 minutes flat at the salon of a hair stylist I visited three years ago prior to attending Aneta's wedding.

Fot: Linda - metamorphosis nr 1

She, the stylist that is, was quite flattered that the "American" had returned for another go in her chair after three long years. I was a blond when she met me and now my hair is it's natural snow white and dark brown mix. Aneta thinks I should make it blond again, and as I ponder that I realize she has only known me as a blond. We have been friends for 8 years and I have always been a blond so she is having a little trouble adapting to the aging Linda I think. We discussed colors and sort of decided that following our planned tour next week I would go blond again. The. As we were leaving the salon a woman waiting for her turn told Aneta to tell me that my hair was a nice color and I "don't need to put any paint on it". The way this woman styled it I now look like I have platinum blond hair anyway so maybe this will work out for me and I won't have to go back to dying it blond again. The hair dresser also told Aneta to tell me my hairdresser at home had given me a good haircut. "She only made few mistakes and I fixed them", as translated by Aneta.
My hair was a disaster when I arrived in Poland three years ago for the wedding and this woman saved me from humiliation at the three day wedding event. She gave me one of the best haircuts I've ever had and I was eager to return to her hands again. She did a nice job.

Aneta's student arrived for an hour of conversation with me and Aneta served a hot meat and cabbage dish for us to enjoy as we got acquainted. Rosetta ( English translation) is 18 and studying Envlish so she can pass the entrance exams for the University. She had a bad week due to the fact that she took and failed her driver's test. We had some good language practice and she learned a few new words and cleaned up some of her pronunciation. I think she will come again on Saturday. Aneta just left to take her to the bus and dropped on me that there will be a party on Saturday to which she has invited Marzena. I think I am too old for so much social life.

Now we await a visit from Aneta's friend, Ania, who was in the wedding party and whom I will be expected to remember but probably won't. Poor Aneta, she must think I am dense as a post when she says, "remember so and so, she was at the wedding?" and I give her a blank look. I did remember father Witek's sister Dorota ( Dorothy in English) and was greeted with the three cheek kisses and much enthusiasm when we met again.

When Ania, the friend, leaves Aneta will take me for a massage and then she and I are going to the cinema to see the latest Woody Allen movie. Aneta is a big Woody Allen fan. Apparently his peculiar love life didnt merit much press over here. I have sort of been off Woody Allen since he ran off with Mia Farrow's adopted daughter, Soon Yee, whom he raised from infancy. I just couldn't quite stomach that whole scenario.

Baby Ania is staying over night with her Boppa and Boppsha.

Later,
Linda