Some days I have an opinion. Some days it doesn't matter.

So - after dithering and putting it off until my hair was several (4) inches below my shoulders an more than a little, um, shaggy - I finally walked into the salon this afternoon, fully intending to go drastic and have it all chopped off to above my chin, just for the change.

H, who has been doing my hair for six years now, took one look at me and said "no, you look fabulous, I am not cutting all that off."

We compromised, which is to say I lost.

But it is shorter, and much less shaggy now, and if I still want to go short for winter, she will graciously allow me to do so. :-)

Hey, in all those six years, she's given me exactly ONE haircut I wasn't a hundred percent thrilled with. She's probably earned the right to boss me around a little.