It was less a choice and more a necessity. A rather nasty, stringy one, to be frank. But what a fun decision to be coerced into -- even if dragged by the disagreeable ponytail of one's dead ends. And I must say...I'm having a dazzling time with it, darlings! There's a certain holy robustness -- a renewed strength of spirt -- that comes from being light-hearted about things now and then. Like about one's hair. Or anything at all.