I brought it up once to Adam. I wasn’t sure until I sat in the chair at Envy Hair Salon. My hair was really long. The thought of cutting of 5-6 inches seemed selfish when you only needed a few more to donate to Locks of Love.
Ashley from Envy is fantastic
The woman who cuts my hair and puts up with my hair laziness is Ashley. She is fantastic. If you know her you should vote for her for the Best of Phoenix issue. She is talented, patient, kind, likable and I trust her. So much like the LASIK situation, when Ashley said she thought we would pull this off without a buzz cut, I trusted her and I was on board. Moments later she braided my hair and then snipped off the braid.
I was surprised when I asked her how often people did this she said she only does about 5 a year. I thought it would be more than that. She thought of it though in a nicer way; if each stylist a year gets five Locks of Love donations, that is a lot of hair for kids.
Donating to Locks of Love
Locks of Love is a public non-profit 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. To donate you need 10″ of hair (or an 8″ braid). My braid was snipped off, we put it in an envelope and I brought it home to put in the mail.
Adam’s creepy little pet
Adam likes long hair. I think he is glad he went with me so he got to be a part of the process and we made the decision together. After the braid was cut off he had a little too much fun playing with the huge hair ball. We started to call it his creepy pet.
Later in the day he sent me a text of his first walk with his creepy little pet. He is funny (and weird). We are both happy I did it and other than figuring out how to run with my new hair not getting in my face, I don’t see any problems.
The other reason that I did it
I miss my grandmother. We were really close. She died 10 years ago as of last month and it feels like yesterday. She died of breast cancer. Once when I was in college, right before I moved to Disney World, I cut my hair really short. I didn’t like it. You know how even if people don’t like your haircut, they SAY they do? Not my grandmother. She told me she hated it and I better let it grow back out. I wasn’t mad. She was right.
I thought chopping my hair off might get her attention again and let her know I still think about her all the time. This time though I think she will appreciate where I mailed my hair off to, especially since she had to get all to familiar with wearing a wig. I think she is probably pretty proud of me.
So that is it. I cut off 10″ of my hair today. It is only hair. It will grow back. Half a day in and I like the short hair. Again, might need to figuring out a new running situation because I can’t tie it back very well but I am sure I will figure something out. I am happy my hair is going to a good cause.