Transformation... ain't it grand?
When I was 12 I had LONG hair, and I wanted it cut like Farrah Fawcett, the style was called "gypsy" back then. I told the nice lady who had given me Pixie cuts since I was a toddler that I wanted a gypsy. Without needing any further instruction, she confidently began whacking. I envisioned Farrah. She envisioned a pixie gypsy... I wanted layers, and variation in those layers, but keep the overall length. She whacked it to my shoulders, THEN did some layers. I did not cry, I was old enough to realize gluing it back on was not an option.

Fast forward several decades. My buddy who cuts my hair when she is in town was rolling through, only here one night. I had choir practice, so she cut everyone else's hair... and drank beer... until I got home. She was so drunk she cut her HAND. My haircut is sort of a geniune "gypsy" look at the moment... but I don't care. We had SO much fun that night, and this will grow out, just like that old gypsy... LOL!
Thanks for sharing your tale, and strolling with me down memory lane!