My hairdresser asked me about twenty times if I was SURE I wanted bangs. I repeated that yes, I was. After a week slopping around the house in pajamas, feeling less than human and with my hair tied back to disguise the fact that it hadn't been washed in four days, I was ready for drastic.
When I arrived home, my sons gawked at me as I came in the door, as though I'd grown another head.
Then my older son said, "Mummy, I like your new hair! Is it going to stay?"