My Premiere French Haircut!

Getting my hair done in France requires the use of my translator, AKA my French hubby, who doesn't even know the French word for "layers" let alone "highlights." I'm going up end up with a purple mullet.

It's kind of cool that they separate the "processing"section from the cutting section. It's a good kind of segregation thereby keeping the fumes concentrated in one place. Score one for the French!

Update: No purple mullet! I love my new do and the women at Italo Coiffeur Visagiste in St. Germaine are great. Merci!