Die Perruquerra

I went to the Perruqueria a week or two ago (did I mention how many shops end with -ia here? Carnisseria, Perruqueria, Peixateria, Fruiteria, Sabateria...I could go on) for a little trim, and I left with all my hair gone. Those who know me well will verify: sudden changes are, at first, a little bit hard for me (this may be an understatement). So though I managed to smile and nod my head that "Yes! I love that you just chopped off the hair that I've been growing for over a year!" while I was in the shop, once we walked out I began to cry. And Anna just looked at me, put her arm around my shoulders and said, "Yes, it's a big change. But you know what? This entire YEAR is a big change. It's the year of changes, Molly." And somehow, that actually helped a lot.

Though I still had to go through the pain of everyone else I know seeing my hair afterwards...

So anyway. I'm not generally into photographing myself in mirrors, but I figured this could be an exception. Here goes.

The final one is intended to show off what little hair I have in the back. On the plus side, I can now have my very own baby ponytail. I LOVE baby ponytails. Now if only all my hair would fit into it...

Funnily enough, Rachel, she gave me the haircut you've wanted to do for a while now. Short in the back, but longer on the sides. She also, when it was done, suddenly brought up the Reminds me of Christina Ricci! thing. Though this was probably just to make me feel better. Either way, I think you and my perruquerra would have gotten along well. Eh?