That's the sound of over 4 inches of hair getting lopped off!
This morning my hair hit critical mass. I stopped by my hairdresser's and asked her if she could squeeze me in for a cut. She said not till Tuesday or Wednesday. I made an appointment, but told her that if she found an opening before then I'd like to move it up, as I was suddenly desperate to get it OFF ME and was liable to start hacking away with my sewing scissors. She called an hour or so later and told me she could squeeze me in.
She told me as she cut my hair that she figured she would be saving herself a lot of trouble to cut my hair today rather than try to fix what I had done to it by next week!
I feel about 20 pounds lighter. It's a cute blunt cut, chin length, with so much swingy motion to it all of a sudden.
My brave friend Mrs. Mac has been growing out her colored hair to show her natural grey. I have not yet collected the guts to try it. I wish there was a way to skip to the all-grey stage, but I don't think anybody has invented anything like that yet!