lilcutey

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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Journal Regarding My Hair
My rantings on my 'hairbrained' scheme (ahem, pun intended)to let my hair grow for such a lovely cause. This experience gave me a lesson on my own patience. Turns out, I have none ...
If I don't just pull my hair out first — Mar 13, 2006
Okay … so this is a pretty drastic undertaking for me … My hair length generally fluctuates somewhere between boyish-pixie to almost chin-length bob. I need 10 to 12 inches to donate. hmmmmmmmm
Well, on the upside, my hair grows wicked fast so I figure I will have enough hair before Thanksgiving … or Christmas.

And despite the fact that I have managed not to cut my hair since just before Christmas (12 weeks, woo hoo!), I am starting to have my doubts. My hair has made it to the “royal pain stage” and is somewhere between too long and not long enough. Anatomically, this falls just between my chin and shoulders…. Its too long to do anything with, but not quite long enough to make it into a pony tail without losing some along the way … and I do hate a partial pony.

So here I am, with my hair all in my face and creeping down my collar. I know this is for a good cause, but does that mean I have to look like a train wreck? ...Hope is just around the corner. A few more weeks, and I should have a half-way decent pony tail. Smooth sailing from there, right?

Just to be safe, I should instruct my stylist that she is not to cut my hair even if I crawl on the floor and beg …ya know, just in case I crack …
I don't know if I can make it ... — Mar 23, 2006
This is getting ridiculous. Who knew something as simple and thoughtless as HAIR could cause so much damn stress in my life?! I usually have very easy hair…maintenance free, always falls right in place, easy hair. Now after letting it grow just a few inches, I have the hair from hell. It has taken over my life. It drives me crazy. It constantly looks amess and unruly and there’s just no controlling it. It has a mind of its own. I want to get a buzz cut just to show my hair who’s boss.

This goal started out as something to make me feel good about myself, but unfortunately it has had quite the opposite effect. I feel and look disheveled … this is affecting my self-esteem and my self-image. Not what I was going for.

I think I will make an appointment with my stylist, send Locks of Love a check and call it a day.
I’m weak, I know … — Apr 18, 2006
I tried …. really, I did….

and now I’m struggling, not wanting to feel guilty over this but the bottom line is this:

I started this goal thinking that it would be a source of positive energy in my life. It turned out to be anything but. Causing myself misery and stress is not what charity is about, and it is not what I hoped to achieve when I made this goal. So, technically, I have given up. In reality, I have re-evaluated my choices.

Besides, my new haircut looks fabulous ...

And even if just to ease my conscience, I sent Locks of Love a check.

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