The whole thing made me think of other times I walked into a hair salon expecting one thing and walked out with another.
After college I had what my husband refers to as "blunt bangs." He acts like I walked into the salon and said, "Please cut my bangs in a straight line across my forehead...and make them as short as possible if you could." NO! I did not. Still, he loves making fun of me and has made me promise to never sport blunt bangs again.
A few years ago I was sitting in the waiting area of a salon flipping through one of those books with style suggstions. A totally adorable short cut caught my eye. I mean really short, like boy short. I decided it was time to cut it all off. Here's an author picture of me a little while after that, when it was starting to grow in a bit. I loved having short hair, it was so much fun.
Then, of course, I decided to grow it long again.
When I was little I had a doll with very long blonde hair. She also had a wheel on her back, and you could turn the wheel clockwise and make her hair shorter, or just pull it out to make it longer. I wish I could do that. Even if it might be difficult to get shirts to fit over the wheel.