to pixie or not to pixie?

Oh, Scarlet Lily, why do you do these things to me? Why must you encourage my habitual chopping of the locks? Because, it's pretty easy to convince me that the time has come to relieve myself of all but an inch of my hair. It really is. Thank goodness my husband likes me with short hair.

Of course, I'm old and wise now.

I've been thinking about a new pixie cut for a few weeks, but I told myself I'd give it a month. If I still wanted to cut my hair, I'd do it then, but time has told me that once I get an idea in my head, the only way to stop thinking about it is to do it. Then I just deal with the consequences. In this case, the consequence is spending a year growing my hair out, but I'm used to it.

So, I think I'll chop my hair off next week. In fact, I know I will because I already made an appointment, and I know myself well enough to know that when I sit in that chair, I'll say, "chop it all off."

It'll be my ode to Emma Watson since my appointment is for the opening night of Harry Potter. I'm absolutely giddy just thinking about it. The "it" being both the haircut and the movie.