When I was pregnant with Simon my hair grew a whole lot faster than normal. Like, a LOT faster. I suppose that is to be expected along with all the other strange pregnancy side effects, but I didn't realize how very long my hair had gotten until around Christmas last year. For years my hair length has been within a few inches of my shoulders, always about the same. But this was down past my bra strap when I dried it straight, about at my bra strap when I left it curly. LONG.
The week of Christmas I randomly declared that I was going to cut it all off after tax season and donate it. Why not? It was way longer than I wanted it to be, and it seemed like a ncie gesture to the universe. A month later my mom was diagnosed with incurable cancer. So! Hair donation it is. Got it, universe.
I still waited until spring mainly because the combination of infant + mom with cancer + busy season at work left me with no time or energy to deal with it. This past weekend I finally dealt with it.
After the haircut we were going right downtown to meet with T's mom for the day, so I had them style my hair straight just because it seemed easier/more predictable, but I do wear it curly on regular days. Aweseomly this is what I get when I shower at night right before bed, use no product other than leave-in conditioner, fall asleep on wet hair, and get up in the morning and just go with it.
I'm really happy with it, and I'm glad I have the ability to donate my hair. I can't cure cancer, I can't make it go away, but I can do something to help someone else, and that's a good thing.
If you're interested, the organization to which I'm donating my hair is Pantene Beautiful Lengths.