And instead I look like this:
It took me a while to find her picture, but aren't you glad I did? Remember her? Funny story about this, I remember watching this movie on t.v. with my sister, Ellen, when I was six and it made the most tremendous impression on me -- imprisoned for 25 years for a loaf of bread! -- and then when I was in high school I picked up Les Miserables and there were Jean Valjean and Cosette, like long lost friends -- I had had no idea what the story was called. Anyway, I digress, but the fact is, all I can think of when I look in the mirror is that I wanted to look cute and instead I look like poor, destitute Fantine. It even sticks up in the same places. All I need now is a stained, gray nightgown to complete the pretty picture. I thought the hairstylist knew what I was talking about, but all around it is much too short, much too much like a boy haircut, and very choppy. Aaagh! And $40 later I still look pathetic, lovely.