recently, i've been receiving a number of compliments about my hair, mostly because it has grown so long, which is noticeable since we're in the dead of summer (and i generally leave it down). my hair ranks pretty high on my meager "list of things i like about my body," which could hardly be considered a list when you have maybe 3 random things you're okay with about your physical appearance, and ranking them is probably alittle silly when they could easily be tied or thrown off the list completely. but, i digress.
so my hair is probably my signature, a trademark if you will. i've kept it long since i was in grade school, for really no reason at all except i can grow it out and pretty quickly at that. the only time i can remember cutting it short was when i turned 16 and chopped it all off on a whim. when i say "chopped it all off," i mean it was chin-length, which is inconceivable to most people when i tell them. i remember going into the salon with no clear agenda in mind except to make a change, and i kept telling the stylist to snip more and more off, while she kept asking me if i was sure. i think i even remember returning home and my mom being a bit shocked that i'd done it, and i can't recall now if she was pleased with the result. the only evidence i had at the time was my driver's license photo which was taken shortly after the impulse cut, but even so, i appear almost unrecognizable to those i've shown the picture to.
a few months ago, i told my husband that i wanted to grow my hair out again since i missed how long it used to be. it generally is long enough to hit the middle of my back, but i am talking about wanting it close to waist-length. every summer, i end up caving and chopping a couple inches off, and then a few more, and by the end of the summer i'm back to where i started. so i told the hubbie that if i could make it through the summer, by fall it would be where i want it, or at least fairly close to it. i made him promise to help me achieve this, which he's been doing a great job of, despite my rantings about how my hair is starting to drive me alittle insane in this heat.
after it reaches a satisfactory length, and i didn't set a date or even a season for this, my plan is to chop it all off again. this frightens me. alot. and again, there was no solid reason i wanted to do all this, except that i wanted to experience a drastic change. to feel it. to make a statement of sorts, a felicity-esque moment.
as it is nearing the end of july, and we've just survived our 5th heat wave of the summer, my resolve on this plan is beginning to falter. so i decided that i needed to reevaluate my motive(s) for doing this, because without real purpose, what is the point? and that is what has led me to locks of love.
locks of love is a wonderful organization "that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children in the United States and Canada under age 21 suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis," per their website. personally, i have not had contact with them before, but have spoken with a few involved that have continued to donate year after year. and to be honest, i've considered donating my hair to them several times in the past, but was too chicken to do it, and came up with excuses to talk myself out of it (i.e. they did not accept dyed hair, but now that they do, i've run out of a reason not to do it). so, this has become my new mission, and the fact that i'm "announcing" it on my blog only makes it more real. and a bit scary.
so to end this post (yes, an entire post dedicated to my hair!), stay tuned for my new hair's debut!
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