This was inspired by Zette and her long glorious beautiful hair by Suave 
If you are thinking about cutting your hair from either long to short or just changing your style, don’t get your idea from the hair books at the store. They are too one dimensional, IMHO.
Look through catalogs, J.Crew or LL Bean comes to mind, and notice how one model of the hair you like is wearing it three or four different ways in the book. It gives you an idea for a variety.
If you have a hair stylist that you swear by, then stick with him/her. If you haven’t been to one in a long time and cannot get the nuts to try some place new with your hair, ask women who’s hair you admire where they go. Even if it’s expensive the first couple of times. THEN, after you learn the lingo of what in the hell your hair cut is, go to the local " Borics" in the area.
Here’s why:
After a spectacularly shitty perm five years ago, I let about an inch or so of my hair grow out and wore it every day to work in a pony tail. Real professional. When I’d had enough, I went to the guy my sister in law goes to. Even though he was (gasp) $20 and that was expensive to me then.
He suggested I cut it all off ( It was past my shoulders.)Knowing that my SIL always has great hair, I knew he couldn’t make mine any worse and I went from long fuzz to about one inch in length in a matter of a half an hour.
(People at work the next day didn’t recognize me!) I loved this man and went to him while still employeed. I continued even his rates went up. Swore I still would. I still recommend him to everyone I know.
That was my yuppie, flush the money down the toilet phase ( It was my only luxury splurge, really.) * Then* it became a logical nightmare with my son to his grandma’s and to go there ( Think of a large 90 miles triangular trip.) and at $30 plus tip every six to eight weeks, that’s alot of mula.
I saved the picture of the perky pixie cut that I like and keep it (no shit) laminated in my wallet. I go to Grondins for $10 + tip place whenever I am out and toddler free.
Can’t tell a difference.
If I ever grow my hair out again ( probably never) or win the lottery, I would go back to “My Guy” again in a heartbeat. I miss the personal attention and chit chat and gossip, but I could talk the ear of a rock anyways, regardless of who’s cutting my hair.