Other than my brief Meg Ryan "You've Got Mail" duck-butt haircut phase in my early 20s, my haircuts haven't been too wild and crazy. Usually I keep it on the longer side. Versatility and so on.
Sometimes I think, hey, maybe I should cut it shorter for a change. Recently, I brainstormed what I might ask for at the next appointment to, you know, mix it up a bit.
Then later that week, we were getting dressed to go outside. My hair was tucked in my scarf. My observant son pipes up:
So in conclusion, at the next appointment I will be requesting the usual quarter-inch trim.