When it came down to it, I couldn't make the big jump. The appeal of the ponytail and my husband's happiness won out and I went with a more modest trim.
I got bangs. I have a love/hate relationship with bangs. I have a tall forehead. Really, it's a five- or six-head. So bangs go a long way towards minimizing that wall of skin. However I have a rather pronounced cowlick and the straightest hair you can possibly imagine, so my bangs stubbornly go in the direction they want to go, which is most generally NOT the direction I want them to. Only a major smackdown gets them in line. So we'll see how long this lasts. And how often I clip them to the side.
But for now, I'm pretty happy with it.
This is the only shot that even comes close to showing the gradations of color of the highlights and of course I am making a doofy face and Sophie is out of focus. She is a perpetual motion machine, that kid. The few shots we do catch of her perfectly in focus are rare and precious. Eh, this will have to do.