There is a program out there called Locks of Love. They take hair that people get chopped off, and make wigs for cancer patients. And I assume, other patients who for some medical reason or another cannot grow their hair.
I knew my hair was longish, at least when it was wet, becuase it fell past my shoulder blades. However, due to my extreme laziness and un-girlyness, I had not had a hair cut in .. oh bout two or three years.
So naturally, the ends of my hair were split fired and frizzy. In a word, it was gross. I like two types of hair. Long or short. No in between for me at all. So, rather than get it trimmed, I got it cut!
Imagine my excitement when the lady at the salon asked if I wanted to donate my hair to locks of love! I mean, this is a small town. Five thousand or so people. I have been growing and chopping my hair now for eight years, and never once did the salon chicks in the city ever ask if I wanted to donate my hair. I simply assumed that here in Saskatchewan, we didn't do that.
And yes, knowing that my hair, which is thick and curly, is going to make some man woman or child a wig, makes me feel GOOOOOD. Normally I go to the Magicuts in Zellers and pay eight bucks to let them chop willy-nilly, but today I went to the OMG a real salon and paid OMG 38.50 for a hair cut! All in all, the Locks of Love thing? That SO makes it worth the extra thirty bucks.
In any event, I think that on the 25th when I go back to the salon to get streaks* put in, I will be well on my way to becoming a girly-girl. But I'm still not wearing make-up!