My Hair… And being Crazy…
Apologies for the no post yesterday: My internet was not co-operating with me. I have to say that the one major drawback of living in the middle of nowhere is the wonky dial-up internet connection.
Anyhow.
My hair.
When I went to university, I had this goal to not cut, color, perm, streak, or mess with my hair in any way for the duration.
I don’t know why I wanted to do this, other than to see what my natural hair is like, sans additives.
Last January, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. So I decided to donate all my hair to Locks of Love.
But, my best friend got engaged and begged me not to cut my hair until after her September wedding. I figured that would just mean more hair for Locks of Love.
Well, I measured my hair the other day (Because that’s just how cool I am) and I have over fifteen inches of long, straight, brown hair to donate.
And now I have to live with all fifteen inches of it (More than that, because I measured it in a pony tail) until September AND IT IS DRIVING ME CRAZY.
This hair is ON MY PERSON at all times. If I wear a tank-top, it tickles the backs of my arms. When I ride, it is sticking to the back of my neck. It gets tangled in things (Like my cat. Nothing worse than having your hair tangled in a cat) and when the wind blows it stands on end and attacks my face like a rabid squirrel.
It does these things even if it is tied up.
The dogs chase it, babies grab it; it grabs onto my horse’s halter and when all twelve hundred pounds of him walks away? It is very, very hurty.
I have approximately six weeks left of this insanity.
I’m going to need to buy stocks in mousse and many, many varieties of drugs.
August 10th, 2007 at 9:41 am
There *is* nothing worse than having your hair tangled in a cat.
You make me giggle.