A Beautiful Gift & Adventures in Hair

I wanted to give Son Myungai an extra special goodbye present, so I asked my mom if she would embroider an apron for her.  So thankfully, my mom agreed, and proceeded to put in a great deal of time creating this absolutely beautiful apron for her.

 

 

Momma Son Shop
(name of her restaurant)

I gave her the apron a couple of days ago.  I can honestly say that I have never seen her look so happy and so surprised.  It meant so much to her....she kept telling me to tell my mom "thank you" and trying to express with our limited knowledge of each other's language how much this gift meant to her.  She tried it on and then hung it up on her wall.  Earlier today, I was standing at the bus stop, opposite her shop, and saw her in there pointing it out to another customer or friend....I thought that was pretty neat.  So, thank you so much Mom for creating this very personal & beautiful gift.  It truly meant so much to her.  You helped contribute a great deal of happiness to her life.

 

Opening the present.....

 

Hair Salon Adventures

 

I went to get my hair cut last night and the hair stylist told me that, "Your voice sounds like a little baby's voice".....(...what?!)    She then mimicked what she thought my voice sounded like, by giving this horrible high pitched, whiny voice and started murmuring incomprehensible words in an attempt to capture what I "sounded like".  (Oh please oh please, say I DON'T sound like that!).   I actually wasn't offended by the comment, I just thought it was an interesting observation to say.  Out loud.

 

Korea is very concerned with my relationship status.  When I first got here, they really wanted me to get married and couldn't understand why I wasn't married to my boyfriend.  I would often hear, "Christine, I hope you get married soon".  I would reply with comments like, "me too", because it just seemed easier to say, rather than try to explain, via second language the complexities of my American relationship.  :)       Last night this hair dresser wanted to know if I was married or had a boyfriend and I told her no.  She seemed to think that if I dyed my grey roots, I might get a boyfriend.  So, I let her have her way with my hair.  From calico brown, red, black & grey (courtesy of numerous botched Korean dye jobs), to light brown and dark brown hair I went (still a calico, but a bit less).   As I was leaving, she says, "I think you look better.  Maybe now, you will get a boyfriend.  I hope that next time I see you--you have a boyfriend."  I just said, "me too" and out the door I went, to catch my man.