The porcupine and the ostrich

So yesterday I went to get my pre-Christmas hair cut. I should pause to say that after our 10 week camping adventure, I whacked most of my hair off. Thus the side bar photo, while one of my favorites, is clearly not a RECENT picture.
Over the last 2 years, I have paid or pleaded with multiple stylists to cut my hair... the beauty school on Roxborro road being the most adventurous, Amanda the most amazing, and the few afterwards somewhere in between. One gal took a dull razor to my head, OUCH, only using scissors to cut my bangs and even then she gasped... "Whoops! I hope you like, use putty or gel, 'cause I just Frankensteined your bangs." Sigh. Not what you want to hear. The end result was decidedly porcupine like. Even Kev, who NEVER says any hair cut looks anything less than beautiful, raised his eyebrows in surprise and started to giggle... giggle I tell you. Recently though, I found a stylist that I've liked and so yesterday I went back for a special look, or at least a recently cut look for the holidays. I'm not quite sure what happened. I'm definetly not porcupine like and my bangs are indeed pieced out and not blunt-like, but I feel that something is just off. I feel a bit... shorn. Shaved, razored, thinned, and twisty-cut, I think I kind of look like an ostrich. Sigh. Maybe it is time to grow my hair out, again...