Locks of Love on a Whim?!

So today I went to the Aveda hairschool to get a little trim. The girl cutting my hair asked what I wanted, "just a trim please - about an inch." After we got that settled, she started washing my hair.
I went straight to the haircut from working out, so I was feeling pretty warm while she was washing my hair (kind of like Pedro on Napoleon Dynamite when he shaved his head) and started thinking "maybe I should get a little more off, since it is summer now."
When we got back to the chair I said, "let's take off a little more than an inch." That led to me looking through a book to decide exactly what I wanted. As I was looking through the pictures I thought of the Locks of Love program. The poor student stylist had to scramble around and find out just how much hair was necessary for a donation. She found out I would need 10 inches! (They ensured me my hair would still be well below my shoulders when they finished and I would still be able to pull it into a ponytail).
"Let's do it," I said! The poor girl started stammering and even CRYING a bit until finally the professional, Robert (her teacher) just came over and chopped off about a foot of my hair in one big cut!

I got a pretty good haircut for a hair school. Robert took great interest in my new look. I think he felt like he was on one of those makeover shows or something and pretty much did my whole haircut. When it was finished the girl blow dried it straight and I about burst into tears. I have very thick hair, and blow dried straight my hair was about as wide as my shoulders...I looked like I was wearing a giant mushroom shaped helmet! "Oh dear," I thought..."why did I do this at a hairschool?!"
Luckily Robert came to the rescue. He thinned my hair, which I have never had done. I think I lost more hair in width than I did in length overall.
My neck feels so relieved, I keep feeling worried that my head may escape like a helium balloon!
Before I left Robert told me to shake my head back and forth and he said, "oh, that's what I like to see bouncin' and behavin'."
The best part was that Clark had no idea I was cutting my hair. We met at a restaurant afterwards with some of our friends. I felt all nervous coming in like I was making my debut as a new woman! Clark's face was priceless, as was his comment, "wow, you look like you've been attacked by a lawn mower." I take that as a compliment!

Evertime I look in a mirror I am still a little shocked! And wondering how in the world to deal with hair too short for even a little ponytail.

And a tiny bit sad...its been 8 years since I've had short hair!

But mostly, I'm just feeling like I'm

"bouncin' and behavin'" baby!