Why it is important to know the word before you use it.

It has been a busy week, as I have been travelling for work and also getting a haircut that I hate and consequently spending much time sulking and googling ways to stylishly wear a head scarf, while holing up in a locked closet and barring my teeth when people come looking for me.

Deep breath. I went to the salon yesterday.

(Pause while I mentally will the tears to stay back.)

I went to the salon yesterday and told the hair chopper off woman that I needed a cut, and that I would like layers, and would like it to be easy to care for and that I would still like bangs across my forehead and, ok, I used the term, "Pixie" cut, which was probably a mistake, seeing as though I actually have no idea what a "Pixie" cut looks like.

Well. Now I do.

It looks like a big hot mess on top of my head.

I am trying to look on the bright side. I'll save money! No hair cuts needed for two years! Ear cartilage is the new décolletage! (I just looked this word up.) It is fun! It is different! It is… er… short. And prepubescent boyish.

(Collapses anew into a pile of self pity).

Sigh. As my dad always said when I got a cut I didn't like growing up, "It's hair. It only gets longer from here."

Yes, that is true. And in the meantime, if you need to reach me, you can slip a note under the closet door.