Ladies and gentlemen, the duck hair is gone.
I finally got tired of its length and shagginess, so yesterday I pulled out the scissors and gave it the cut I've always wanted. Longer and full on top, short in back, sloping smoothly down the back of my skull to my neck.
According to my coworkers it's cute.
Blessed are the poor in finances, for they shall discover they can decently cut their own hair.
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