Last Monday, I finally went and got the haircut I’ve been wanting (and not wanting) for months.
A year or so ago, I decided that I wanted to grow my hair out and donate it to Locks of Love. My hair is really thick and a decent color and I’ve been told a few times in the past that I should donate, especially since I’ve never treated it and it’s not currently dyed.*
In the last month, I’ve waffled about cutting it. I was thinking of trying some new things with the long length, and it was kind of a challenge to see how long I could go.
Then the weather got hot. We’re only in the beginning of April and I’ve already seen temperature readings over the eighty degree mark. There’s been some mugginess, and while it might not have been the heat that caused my irritated moods, it didn’t help. In turn, having thick hair just made it worse.
Monday night I went to the local Great Clips and asked if they could help me prepare my hair for donation. As it turned out, they measure, cut, AND send, so I didn’t have to do any of the grunt work.
I love the short hair. It’s cooler, it’s easier to wash, and if I happen to forget my hairbrush one morning, I’m not going to have to work extra hard to get the tangles out later. It’s gotten mixed reviews, but that’s okay. I’m all about comfort, not style, and I think I’ll probably just keep it short from now on.
*I did get a perm when I was in junior high that made me look like a sheep. Then in college I dyed my hair once, but I just dyed it a different shade of red. I know, right? I’m such a rebel.
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