shorn

[serenissima]

I had my hair cut today! Thirteen hours ago, it was down to my shoulder blades, and now it's chin-length. No, I don't have pictures, sorry. Turns out I was losing just enough to meet the Locks of Love 10-inch length requirement, so I came home with my ponytail in a plastic bag. It's weird to see and feel my ponytail while it's not attached to my head. It's almost like a mutilated body part.

(I am aware that Locks of Love does not meet the Better Business Bureau's standards for charity accountability, but given the choice between mailing them my hair and throwing it in the trash, I choose not to throw it in the trash.)

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[purrzah.livejournal.com]

I can sympathise with that very odd feeling. I remember many years ago, when I cut my hair myself (wow, 10 years ago this year, I think!) I kept fidgeting with the braid.

That braid is in a keepsake box of my husband's, as it is far too short for donation.