Hair

About two weeks ago, I got the itching to cut my hair. I was feeling that it was a little too long to manage and thought I would cut off a couple inches. The last 5 or so years I have wanted to grow my hair out so I could donate it to make wigs for people with hair loss.  My hair never seemed to get past the point where I could cut off enough to donate but still have longish hair. I have had my hair short previously and it is always a fight to get it to do anything. I did not want to have to fight with it and I like my hair long. When tyring to decide what I wanted to do with my hair  when I cut it I realized that if I cut it just a few inches shorter than the length I had in mind I would have the required 10+ inches to donate. So I decided to go ahead and do it because who know's when I would have close to the required length again to donate.

On Monday morning I woke up with the intense desire to cut my hair right then! I would have found a salon and gone in immediately if I didn't have to work. I couldn't shake the desire so after work I found a salon and went in. But not before I taking this picture.

It took me a while to get a picture where you could actually see all my hair because I realized as I was trying to take this picture my hair was so long that my arm could not hold the camera far enough away to get all my hair in the frame of the picture. I finally had to recruite Fatima to take one for me.

I was a little nervous to get my hair cut because I have come to realize that my hair will not curl. No matter what I do or how I try to persuade it. It does straight really well but that's it. I have given up fighting with it and have started to work with it by doing updos and letting it be straight. I was nervous that cutting it short would look horrible because I wouldn't be able to style it to make it look cute and it would just look like nasty limp hair that I could no longer do anything to. But I took the leap and went in anyway.

First the stylist, Sarah, measured it to see how much we needed to cut off. I had researched hair styles that look good on fine hair and had learned that shoulder length hair to the collar bone is a good length. I was shocked to find out that when she measured it I had 14 inches that I could donate and still have my hair to my collar bone. I said alright cut it. So she braided it and started cutting.

And then in a few moments it was done. My hair was 14 inches shorter.

It is a weird moment to hold your hair in your hand that is no longer attached to you head like this.

Then the real work of styling it began. And it ended up like this. (This is after I went on a boat ride and my hair got a bit wind blown so it is not quite as cute as when she styled. So don't mind the wind blown look. )

And now after all is said and done ... I love it. And so does everyone else that has seen it. (At least if they didn't they pretended too or didn't say anything.) I am pleased to find that my hair naturally has a nice flip at this length so I don't have to spend hours trying to convince it to look okay just to fail miserably.

There you have it, my new hair cut.