This is a picture of me right before I made the decision — one known and feared by ALL women (and probably men, too they just don’t like to say it)-to cut off, for the last and final time…my hair.

My best friend said she would never speak to me again if I cut it off. My hairdresser was dying to; she’s been cutting off, letting grow back with me for 20 some odd years, and she was cutting/letting grow back right along with me. Like doppelgängers…

Anyway. Now it’s gone. I love, love, love my short hair; it’s like a burden has been lifted off me.

And, my best friend has still not spoken to me.