So.....yesterday morning, I woke up and came downstairs like every morning.
Emily was sitting on the sofa which was unusual. Usually she sleeps later than me.
She also had short hair.
She didn't have short hair when I went to sleep.
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at her for a moment. I think my mouth may have been hanging open.
"I cut my hair last night."
I still just stood there, absolutely stunned. "I can't process this yet. Give me a couple of minutes." I walked to the back door to let the dog out.
When my brain had finally wrapped itself around this event I went back and got the backstory.
Apparently, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and then cut the ponytail off because......well, I'm not really sure why. She just wanted shorter hair.
Of course it was really ragged and choppy. She showed Katie what she had done and Katie helped her trim it a little to make it more symmetrical.
I told Emily, "Usually in a movie, when a girl gives herself a drastic haircut, she's about to attempt suicide." I was thinking of "Splendor in the Grass" and "Legends of the Fall" in particular. "Any chance you're feeling a psychotic break coming on?"
"No," she laughed. "I just felt like doing it."
This is the back before I helped her trim it a little more.
So. Short hair it is.