the locks to the love
On Wednesday, I cut off 12.5 inches of my long, hippy dippy hair and donated it to locks of love.
The motivation behind the drastic cut was as follows:
The pool.
The chlorine.
The still wet 2 hours later ponytail.
The tangles. (I was even breaking my poo-lessness pledge b/c of the tangles.)
The 45 minute blow dryer/straightening time.
The breaking. The splitting. Sigh.
The "your hair is so long" comments. (WHAT DOES THAT MEAN PEOPLE?)
Here it is after.
Sigh. I hate it. MAKE IT COME BACK! Nah, I'm teasing. I don't LOVE it, but it's fine. (I do love washing it and not finding twenty foot hairs on my pillow in the AM.) Plus, with the way my hair grows, I'm sure it will be back in no time.
The motivation behind the drastic cut was as follows:The pool.
The chlorine.
The still wet 2 hours later ponytail.
The tangles. (I was even breaking my poo-lessness pledge b/c of the tangles.)
The 45 minute blow dryer/straightening time.
The breaking. The splitting. Sigh.
The "your hair is so long" comments. (WHAT DOES THAT MEAN PEOPLE?)
Here it is after.
Sigh. I hate it. MAKE IT COME BACK! Nah, I'm teasing. I don't LOVE it, but it's fine. (I do love washing it and not finding twenty foot hairs on my pillow in the AM.) Plus, with the way my hair grows, I'm sure it will be back in no time.
