I wish I had an extra 4 inches…
I said I would do it and I went and did it. And it didn’t exactly quite turn out how I wanted it to.
I’d been considering getting my hair cut and donating it for charity for a while now. I found a local organization that dealt with hair donations
(A Child’s Voice “Angel Hair for Kids” http://www.acvf.ca/angelhair1.html)
- Phil and I were planning on doing this October 2009, for his birthday. Didn’t happen.
- Then Phil and I were trying to organize doing this around December 2009, for my birthday. Didn’t happen.
- THEN I found my coworker volunteered for this organization, and I figured I would get my hair cut 3 weeks ago before a wedding shower. Didn’t happen.
So yeah, nothing ever turned out right, I was tired of waiting for other people, I didn’t care about getting a free hair cut out of the deal (I know some salons in Toronto offer it but… too lazy) so fine. It’s the middle of July. It’s freaking hot as hell. Last time I went swimming my neck hurt because my hair was so heavy and I was having to keep my head above water.
Somehow on a Wednesday night I decided “TODAY!!!!!“ So I googled up a First Choice hair cutters, found one down the street from my place, printed out the instructions and drove over.
I explained I wanted the bottom 12 inches cut off as per the instructions (minimum donation length is 10 inches) with elastics on either end. I wanted to have my hair still long enough that I could tie it back into a pony tail if I so chose. And when we first set everything up, it seemed about right. I was given a damn long ponytail in my hands, and then the hair dresser went to figuring out how to now “fix” what was left on my head.
I kept my eyes closed most of the time, since there was some very liberal use of the spray bottle.
Then… I opened my eyes.
Uh… why is there so much daylight between my hair, and my shoulder?
Yeah. The hair cutting lady went a little too much into the hair cutting part. Deep breath… calm… it’s only hair.
I mean, it looks good. But not what I wanted. But there was no way to really fix this other than waiting another 2 or 3 months at this point. I smiled. Thanked her, paid & left.
My mom likes it because it covers up my ears. (She still to this day can’t stand the fact that I have my earlobe stretched. It’s been almost 10 years now. Someone needs to get a life) And I agree. I think it makes me look… cute? But at the same time I now am going to have to suffer through having hair in my face every time I drive with the windows down, or getting into my eyes whenever I’m at the gym. I need someone to teach me the ways of those weird yoga shoestring headbands.
Anyways. One picture is what will be mailed off to the foundation in a few days (16″ worth. about 4″ more than what I expected, but it’s for a good cause!) and the other is what I look like out of the shower, because I think my hair looks okay if it’s wet. Hopefully I still like it when it’s dry!
