Hair today …

Gone tomorrow. Well, in my case, gone two days ago. I really wish I had pictures for this post, but truth be told, I’ve just been too busy to get to them.

But the short (and long) of it is – I donated 10 inches of my hair to Locks of Love on Tuesday. Heth did this a while back, and I’ve been turning the idea over in my head ever since.

Monday night, I was tossing and turning in bed. My hair was making my back itch. It was getting caught up on my pillow, and I had to actually braid it to keep it out of my way just to get some shut-eye. I was tired of the Tominator ripping out big fistfuls of hair from the nape of my neck. I knew it was time. I just couldn’t stand it any longer.

On Tuesdays, my mother’s helper comes to watch Tommy so I can ostensibly have some time to myself (which I usually use to clean the house or mow the lawn, but still.) As soon as she arrived I said “I’m getting a haircut!” And off I went.

I was a bit nervous, because I went to an unfamiliar salon. They offered free haircuts and styles to anyone donating at least 10 inches of hair. I figured I’d save a buck. And miracle of miracles, it worked out. I got a GREAT cut. It is almost wash-and-wear – takes me about 3 minutes to blow dry it. I look stylish.

It looks sort of like this.

I look fashionable! This is new and unfamiliar territory for me. I have always been what you might call “classic” or “traditional” – never “trendy” or “cute.”

And Super-Hubby says it makes me look younger, which is always a good thing.