It's really no mystery at all: I cut it off! After years of hemming and hawing, I finally took the plunge. (Spencer, I know you'll be proud). My hair has not been this short since the seventh grade. I also dyed it purple at that time... I was going through my "alternative" phase. I couldn't find the perfect picture to convey my perfect haircut to my stylist "Jenna" so we decided on something between a Winona Ryder and a Keira Knightly. I'm quite happy with the results and Jenna said I looked "so frickin' cute". I love my stylist.
This photo is post-salon. Of course, the reality is a little more tussled and a lot more poofy. Something between the child star of a 1950's film about a sweet-faced tomboy with a love for horses and a Dickens street urchin. I have no photo verification of this comparison, but you can google "Oliver Twist". At night, I still reach back to remove the elastic that once held my flowing locks, but it is no longer there. Instead I feel the bristle of the short hair at my neck. It will take some getting use to, but I'm liking the new look.