
The Birdy rarely reveals herself, and even less-so in self-indulgent selfies, but it was the only way to illustrate the Big Chop. Hair is frustrating. Infuriating. Downright fussy. When it's a Good Hair Day, it can be something that frames one's face perfectly, a coiffed crown atop one's head. But most days, speaking for myself, hair was just a nuisance. I was growing it out to keep my style options open, but all it was doing was acting like an anchor, weighing me down in looks and time. Most days, it was pulled back in a ponytail, which was the equivalent of throwing on a baseball cap and running out the door. I was long overdue for a change, and so I took myself to Seven Salon and said, make this Jaunty Magpie anew!






