Beatrice basically bobbed her hair.

last night I got an itching impulse. It was not the kind of impulse you could throw off like a jacket in December, no it was an impulse I was eventually going to follow. I was bored, it was that time of night when you have finished all your home-work, read your books, ate your dinner and laid on the couch. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, put my hair in two pigtails and....Chop! It was over like a flash of light, my hair lay in two swirling ropes on the dirty floor. I had been sheared. My mother of course had to actually trim me up, get the lines etc... and it's still not finished. Stage one.