It's hair. It grows back, right?

I'm not sure what possessed me to have 12 inches of hair cut yesterday. I knew I wanted something different, maybe a little shorter, but I wasn't expecting this! But I've been fed up with having long hair and not being able to do anything with it in the winter: it's either in a pony tail, under a hat, or flat on my head. I asked my hair stylist for suggestions that might be flattering. The conversation went like this:

Stylist: Just the usual trim today?
Me: Actually, can you suggest any styles that might be flattering? short is OK. It's hair. It grows back, right?
Stylist: hmmmm. OK. (takes my hair and lifts it up to shoulder length, then chin length, then above my chin). How about this? I think this will look good.
Me: (desperate for a change) OK!! Sounds good! This will be fun!
Stylist: Let me cut most of it off first before I wash it (takes out scissors, begins hacking my hair off) *pause* Does your husband know that you're doing this?
Me: (Um, does it really matter now that 1/3 of it has been hacked off??) Yes. No. He knows I'm getting my haircut. It's hair! It grows back, right?

It is amazing how attached to hair people can get. I think of myself as pretty unattached to my hair but I had to try really hard not to freak out the entire time she was cutting and thinning and trimming and cutting. I mean, what's the point of freaking out? too late now!

My first reaction after she was finished was - wow. what have I done. I look like a 12 year old boy!

I haven't had my hair this short since I lived in Seattle. And I had fun with that haircut but I was also in my mid-20s and full of sassifrass. Now I'm in my mid-30s and feeling pretty frumpy! Maybe this haircut will help.