I always liked my hair curly when i was younger, so my mom had it permed. I liked it red in high school and college, but felt that red hair was not a way to get employed. So, i dyed it back to brown, which ended up being too dark, so i've tired to go lighter and that doesn't work. Also, when it's long in the winter, it gets in the way of big snugly sweaters and gets caught in coat buttons.
I love it long, because i feel like my face looks thinner. Call me crazy, I also love the feel of my hair on my back in the summer when wearing a tank top.
I do this every two years or so. Get it all cut off that is. I get so tired of my long hair I make an appointment and chop it off. It gets caught in the car door, or in the car door window. I end up leaning on it when I sleep, of the husband will be sleeping on my pillow, on my hair so i can't move because i would wake him up. It just gets old. Not to mention, it was finally long enough to donate.
www.locksoflove.org has a whole process for what can and can't be donated. At least 10 inches long, (check) dyed is ok, bleached not (check).
I went to a real salon this time, which I never do because I cut my hair once every two years and get it trimmed in between about once a year, if I even get around to that much. The person who cut my hair was a male, first time a male has ever cut my hair. He was so happy to get to "make the transformation" as he put it. He was cutting away at stray ends and then stopped, looked at me and said, "thank you for this. This is why I became a hair dresser".
So, 14 inches of my hair was gone. I forgot, like always, to take a before picture from the back. But, I did get a before picture from the front view:
This is the shortest it has ever been. Probably since I was like a year old. A bit of a schock, but I like it. And, the good thing about hair is, it does grow.
After:
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