Where is my hair?

I haven't talked about Carl before. He's someone that quite a few of my friends know about because you never forget him. He was my hairdresser back home and I miss him. He's always fun to talk to, but I miss him most because he knew my hair. He knew how I liked it and he knew how it looked best. I love my hair. I love that it's thick. My friend Grady back home even said I had "Connierific Hair". As you can probably imagine, this story is about to take a turn. You probably know that I am going to tell you that I no longer have my lioness, Connierific Hair. Carl would be so sad right now.

I had my hair cut for just the second time since I've been in Paris. The first time was not the best either, as I posted about that too. It basically took me seven months to grow out all that she had chopped off. I finally had my bangs grown out too. One more month and they would be the perfect length. This time I thought ahead and found a picture as insurance. Something as a guide.I'm rather simple. I'm not a girl that does "hairstyles". I like just a little bit of layers, but long and straight. When I'm feeling crazy I let it airdry so that it will have some wave. That's me, simple. Well today Miyuki came over to my flat to cut my hair and Alexia's hair. She speaks Japanese and French. I showed her the picture and told her that I just wanted "un petit peu" cut off; just a trim. Friends, I definitely did not get a trim. I got butchered. I had something that resembled a dog on my floor at the end.

*Notice my xray on my wall. It's a bit of a joke for expats to display their xray. During a medical examination they perform the xray when you become a resident. They don't do blood tests at all, but they do take a chest xray to check for TB. Makes no sense.*Alexia's turnDo you see the amount of hair! GoodNESS!
When she showed me the mirror, tears immediately filled my eyes and Alexia was just saying, "Don't cry don't cry"...I had to get up and stand in the bathroom for a bit. How in the world did she think her cut looked anything like the picture of Jennifer Aniston?I'm a ponytail girl too. I like to go on jogs and having feathery hair doesn't work athletically. Tie it back and have it over with. Can you tell I'm a little worked up? You can go back to my French Open blog to see how much hair I had before. I literally had enough hair to compete with a horse's tail. Now I have a goatee on my head. My ponytail is like a paintbrush. I have feathers now.To calm down, Alexia and I had a chat over coffee. We caught up on our last week. It's been over a week since we've seen each other. She went to Tunisia and had some pretty cool treatments, Henna, spas, etc. I will post another blog with her Henna art on her hands and feet.Her hair always looks good. It's poshy cool. She's sad that she cannot call me Lioness anymore. I am sad too. But at least now we can paint with my handy little paintbrush.