I never get a hair cut. Ok, slight exaggeration, but in the past 10 years, I've had *maybe* 5 professional cuts. Mostly it just grows. Was down to my waist 2 years ago, but ... you know what? Hair that long is a total pain. *Grey* hair that long is a pain and very depressing. Three boxes at a time of "because I'm worth it L'Oreal" is kind of... not worth it. Even though it seems to be falling out, I still have wicked thick hair - can braid it wet and it'll stay wet for days (serious). So I was quietly whacking off inches here and there for the past 2 years. This spring I got bold and got a real hair cut, to above my shoulders, slightly layered. Kind of cute, but didn't grow out great. I wanted something short and simple. OK, I'm reverting back to my childhood... I wanted a pixie cut. So today I finished volunteering at HS early, wasn't due at work for a couple of hours, and I figured now is the time. It's probably (quite) a bit shorter than a pixie. The girl put enough "product" in my hair to keep the cast of Grease going for months so I came home and washed it. Heaven, sheer heaven. A drop of shampoo, a once over with the towel, and voila. Maybe slightly spikish looking because it's in the "fly be free stage" after having been weighed down forever, but... it's not awful. And then the kids started coming home. My usually monosyllabic teen son first asked me what I did to my head (that's a quote) and then informed me that "it's different". He later elaborated: "Most people don't like different." Strike one. I think I like him better monosyllabic. Diva literally (and I mean literally) got tears in her eyes when she saw me. She told me I look like a grandma (I'd better *NOT* be looking like a grandma, darnit). Tears (hers, not mine) all the way home. Strike 2, obviously. She still can't look at me without getting this weird look on her face, part pity, part horror. I just called husband and told him that he'd better walk in that door, take one look at me, and sweep me off my feet. I suggested the phrases "makes you look younger" "makes you look thinner" "sexy" "fabulous" and "oh baby baby". I do not think I can take strike 3. Come to think of it, I think I have the shortest hair in the family now, aside from the half of difficult child's head that is shaved. They'd better get over it quickly or I'm dying it pink. The girl who cut it (who was sporting an interesting combo of bleached blond, dark brown, and magenta streaks) offered to do some highlighting - suggested a "cool combination of red, blond, and (I forget the third color) in a sunburst pattern)". I may just have to take her up on it.