This post was long long overdue, and I posted the pictures on facebook the same day I was *supposed to* post this blog post, but then I lost track of time and then just didn't post.
This post is all about the 9th of October 2012, aka - The big mop chop.
I have to say, I had absolutely no anxiety about cutting my hair, however, now I am nervous as to whether or not they recieved it. I sent it off on the 13th of October, and they did say that it can take up to 60 days to acknowledge that they have it. It has been much longer than that and I'm not even sure if I want to know or not. My fear is I spent all that time growing my hair and now it's lost forever in the postal system, it will never know it's destiny as a future wig.
Back to the story, I went into the hairdressers, fearful that my hair wouldn't be long enough, thankfully it was, but the next time I donate it I will make sure that there will be more than enough, she stretched it out and put elastics down the entire pony-tail. This was for measurement as well as keeping it all together.
After she snipped it all off, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders (or head, or whatev).
She spent the next hour and a half cutting and styling my hair, because as she pointed out - This wasn't a normal haircut, it was completely restructuring my hair.
It's still pretty short, but I've been lazy and wearing it curly rather than straightening it. I like it short, so does Andy, but I told him that I am going to grow it out, so he'd better not get to used to it.