I flipped the coin, and this is what I got: short and blonde.
Jason made me cut it myself, actually. "If we're taking that much off, you're starting it," he said. Then he made me put it into pigtails, handed me his super sharp stylist scissors, and said: "Okay, go." I slide the shears around the thick bands of hair and chopped them off, left side first, then right. It was really satisfying, actually, like cutting through two thick, yellow ropes.
I'm still getting used to it. I'm surprised every time I look in the mirror. I love it and I can't believe I stalked this haircut for a year before actually going for it. Every few hours I feel a pang of sadness and loss for my long blonde hair. But there's something incredibly liberating about this new look.
An exciting new phase for the Undercover Blonde. How will I fare with short blonde hair? I'm pretty sure it will be different. Check back for updates!