Here's my pseudo-new look - much needed after the romantic interchange between Harry and I in the shower a few months ago.
"Wow, honey," Harry said as I held my breath under the head of the shower. "Your hair has gotten long."
I turn around to give him a slippery hug and then he finishes his thought. I really wish he hadn't.
"Yeah, it's almost to your butt crack."
I was sick, too, of getting trapped by a large man at 2AM who is snoring in my face as he pins the majority of my hair under one rather nicely defined bicep. So - I cut it off. And I'm loving it. I can wear it up again!