So school has started and change is in the air. I hadn't had a haircut in forever so I skip over to the new place on the corner and say, "Go to town, whatever you think, you're the boss." So the gal cuts off two thirds of my hair and here I am, slightly panicked and feeling like not entirely like myself.
I'm a big woman. I need big hair.
The difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is about two weeks.