I’m so NERVOUS, you guys!
Until right around 10:15am, my hair will be very long. Please refer to the photos in this post if you would like an example. I have enjoyed wearing it long ever since a very disastrous cut that spawned my phobia of shorter styles and also of most people that do hair.
So naturally it’s been an extremely convenient thing that my sister-in-law is a talented stylist. I love her to pieces and trust her 100%. The downside to her being all fabulous and talented is that she is often swamped with real, paying clients. That, plus the fact that our schedules haven’t been matching up, would mean I would have to wait a couple weeks for her to work her magic on me.
The thing is…I can’t wait. I am a terrible waiter. And once I get some crazy idea in my head, it has to be done right away or else I might lose my nerve.
The original plan was to chop my hair to my shoulders; taking off 7 inches or so of length. But then I started thinking about what a waste that was. All that hair would just go in the trash. OR I could really take the plunge and cut it 3 inches shorter and give it to someone that could actually use it. The Locks of Love program requires a minimum of 10 inches for all their donations.
I looked into the Pantene program also, but although they only require 8 inches of hair, mine has been permanently colored, which automatically disqualifies me. Boohiss.
Yesterday I found what I consider to be the PERFECT alternative place to go through with this. It’s a new green salon right near me called Bee Beautiful. Not only is the place entire eco-friendly, they also have a track-record for cutting hair for donation. The girl I’ve been set up with is apparently very good, which is exactly what you should tell a person who is afraid of stylists.
I’m not nervous for any of the reasons that you might think I am. I’m excited for my hair to go to someone that really needs it because it’s doing nothing but annoying the crap out of me right now. I’m excited to be able to go to yoga class and not have to untie and re-tie my hair after every other pose. My husband isn’t thrilled; I know he prefers women with longer hair, but he understands why I’m doing this. I think he’s more afraid that I’m going to hate it, but even if it’s not my most favorite thing, it won’t be forever. The coolest thing about hair is that it grows back. (Most of the time.) Besides, I think as long as the chick doesn’t give me bangs all the way around my head like crazy-eyes did, I’ll be okay with it.
No, the nervousness that I’m feeling right now is because I’m afraid that when I get to the salon they are going to tell me that my hair isn’t long enough to do this. I’ve been obsessing over it. If you knew how many times I’ve held a ruler up to my head in the past 24 hours, you would think I was insane.
Well, I guess I’m going to find out soon.
Wish me luck.
I know…pics or it didn’t happen.