I did it!!!!

I chopped it, a whole 12 inches (one foot!!!) of hair is gone from my head. I cringed the entire time Markie (my beloved hair dresser of 3 1/2 years) chopped my pony from my head. I have been telling her my past 3 or so appointments to "get ready! this is it!" Well it never was, so she definitely didn't believe me this time. To her surprise, I came equipped to the salon with my ruler, hairties and plastic baggie, ready for "the great chop" as I referred to it. 12 inches later, here I am. The shortest hair I've had since probably my Derfelt Elementary School days. I've never thought myself to be good with short hair nor do I have any idea how to style this thing but I will get used to it. Maybe I'll learn some new tricks! And hopefully a child out there, victim of cancer, will receive a wig with my hair attached to it and for a few moments I will make them feel happy with the way they look, hopefully feel beautiful.