Hair

I have never been all that attached to my hair. It is there. It gets in my way and usually ends up in a ponytail. I have chopped it off a few times. I have grown it long a few times. I donated it once to Locks-of-Love. In fact, in a little over a week, that is what I am doing again. I am cutting it all off and donating it to Locks-of-Love. My hairstylist doesn't charge for haircuts that are donated. She is stylish and young, only a couple years older than me. She has super cute hair. She was an Environmental Science major and hates Bush. She ended up a hairstylist when she couldn't find any jobs she liked and she now works at an Aveda salon. And for those of you that don't know of Aveda, they do a lot for the environment, which is why she chose to work at one. I have always wanted to tell a hairstylist to cut my hair however they want, to do whatever they want. So I told her that I am giving her free reign. She already had some ideas in mind and they sounded cute. And I have been excited for quite some time to try something new with my hair and am really looking forward to this day. The problem is, I am actually liking my hair lately. Not just liking it, loving it. Last time it was long it was stringy and not very curly. Now it is just right. I can play with it, put in ponytails and it still is just the right amount of curl when I stop playing with it or take out the ponytail. I can sleep on it and it still looks good. My hairstylist tells me every time she sees me how much she loves it and how people would pay a lot of money for hair like this. I am sure a lot of it has to do with the environment I am in since my hair has never looked so good. And since I am leaving, I may be indifferent about it when I get to Minneapolis. But for now I love it. So I am getting nervous about letting go. I know the people I am donating it to need it much more than me. I can grow it back again, most of them don't have that option. So I will still let go, I will still donate it and I am still looking forward to a change. So for the next week, I will play with my hair, stare at it in the mirror, love it. And I will grow it back out and donate it all over again. Because there is nothing like receiving that card in the mail to thank you for your hair donation. Enjoy staring at my hair too, that is what the photos are here for:).