Locks Of Love
Every one knows I have been in a funk after losing my baby in January. Well, my hair has somehow managed to grow like Rapunzel's (I'm still waiting for my money prince to come and rescue me from the tower of debt I've been locked in for a long time!!) . IT WAS LONG!!!! It was way below my bum. I have a phobia about getting haircuts. When I was a little girl, my mom cut my hair as short as a boy's. It was because I had a bad rash from an allergy. So you can understand how I totally dislike anyone touching my hair. To get my hair trimmed, it seemed like I'd have to take medication just to be calm while someone had a pair of scissors at my head. Searching for someone who styles your hair like you like it is quite an undertaking. You know what I mean! They have to be absolutely perfect and not make a single mistake. Therefore, I have been loyal to one stylist for many years. She left the salon where she worked for many years to go teach, and no longer cuts hair. So you can imagine my turmoil when she referred me to someone new. After a lot (and I do mean alot) of thought, I made an appointment to see my new stylist. I met her for the first time today felt comfortable with my new stylist. During our pre-wash consultation, she pointed out I had enough hair to share with some one who is in need. So she suggested that I donate to locks of love. I agreed right away.
If you don't know what Locks of Love is, it's a non-profit organization that donates human hair to make wigs for those who have lost their own hair due to chemotherapy and such. Most of the recipients are women and children.
While she was cutting my hair she said that I had enough for 2 wigs.What a feeling I am able to help my fellow man in the process of an everyday act. My hair will be on its way to someone lucky very soon, I hope.
My hair is still below my shoulderblades and more curly than ever. I think I'll grow it long again to donate. Maybe a Christmas wig for someone more deserving.