- 6 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
I’m on my 3rd day of being snowed in – so – here is a hair story, mostly because I’m bored, but also because if you are even slightly considering doing Locks of Love, maybe I can encourage you to do it!!
Once upon a time, when we got engaged, my hair looked like this:
And I grew it out even longer, so by the time our wedding day came around, I had what I would describe as a “metric fuck-ton” of hair, and it looked like this:
Which is very nice when you are paying a hairdresser to make it look nice, but when you’re not, its more of just a massive mess of curls and horror and using way too much mousse and needing to clear out your shower drain every 9 seconds.
Especially when a month later (because you got too lazy to go to the hairdresser before you left) you’re in the Congo for a month, and your “shower” looks like this:
After 2 weeks of washing my hair in a bucket, I seriously contemplated shaving my head, like all these other smart kids:
But because I had to come home to a job where a shaved head would probably not be a big hit, I wore it in a super slicked back bun, which from the back kind of resembled a ball sack, but was better than dealing with my fuckton of hair in 90 degree weather with 95% humidity, because trying to condition it, rinse it out in a bucket, and then brush it made me feel like this:
Then when I got home, I did this:
And then this happened:
1 CHOP, 2 CHOP (blowdryyyyyyyyyyy):
My hairdresser subtracted 3/4ths of a metric fuckton of hair from my head. Two foot-long pigtails. And someone somewhere, or maybe multiple someones in multiple somewheres, will have a wig with my hair in it. And thats kinda cool. I got a little certificate through email saying they recieved my hair. Its shorter than I’ve had it since I was all punk rock back in 10th grade. I will definitely grow it out back to shoulder length, but I’m still happy I did it.