I’ve been thinking a lot about my hair lately. It’s gotten long. Really, really long. While I do actually love my long hair (so does Lin), it’s a major pain in the butt to maintain … and unless I wear it up all the time, it gets into everything. The naturally occurring thought to solve these problems is to cut my hair short. It’s not like
I am not new to the concept of having short hair. I kept it in a chin-length bob for many years, and once in college I had it cut into a pixie cut that was only about two inches long. So yeah, I know what I look like with short hair, and fact of the matter is, I never really meant to grow such long hair in the first place. It started with my hairdresser moving away. Then there really wasn’t any money to spend on getting my hair cut all the time (and short hair does require that kind of maintenance). Then … it was long, and I got a little attached to it. OK, I got a LOT attached to it. I started to like having long hair. Since I don’t wear makeup or get into too many really feminine fashions, it was the one thing about me that made me feel like a girly-girl.
But … it’s a pain in the butt, it’s heavy, it’s hot, and I think I want it to go away. The last time I felt this way, I’d just turned 18, and my hair was down to my hips. Mom cut it into a chin-length bob, and I never once regretted doing that. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t regret it this time either, but all the same, major changes to appearance are a scary thing. Especially so because the shorter my hair, the more androgynous I look. I used to consider that a feature and not a bug, but I’m older now, and I’m not sure how I will feel about looking boy-like at the age of 45.
So I’ve been doing some soul searching and trying to decide how short I want to go. Normally, I would never consider going any shorter than my old standard chin-length bob, but I have so much hair, and it’s so healthy, that I want to cut as much off as possible to donate to Locks of Love. It’s plenty long to do that, and it makes me a little teary-eyed to think of some poor kid losing their hair during cancer treatment getting a pretty wig to wear made from my hair. I’m sappy that way!
To do that and give as much as I can means getting it cut really, really short, and then it popped into my head that there’s an event every year called St. Baldrick’s during which people shave their heads to raise funds for cancer research for kids. It’s another thing I have always wanted to do, but oi … shaving my head terrifies me beyond belief! I have no idea how hideous my skull may actually be. I might have the ugliest head on the planet! But there’s not much difference between two inch long hair and no hair at all. My hair … it grows an insane amount each month (and I can make it grow even faster if I drink gelatin). I doubt it would take me more than 6 months to get all the way back to a chin-length bob. I know this, because the short bangs I cut for myself this summer are already well past my chin again. Yeah, my hair GROWS. So really, as scary as having a bald head may be, I doubt it would be terribly bald for too terribly long, and it would happen for a good cause.
Doesn’t mean doing both of these things doesn’t freak me out. It does. I love having long hair, because, well, I guess I had it put in my head at an early age it was something for girls to be proud of having. I’ve struggled a long time with my desire to have the easy care of short hair (oh so wash-and-go) and the versatility and well, pride-factor of having long hair. But if I am going to cut my hair, I might as well go all the way and give as much of myself as I can for two really good causes (well, kid’s cancer for both of them, so really one cause). Who knows? Maybe I’ll like not having any hair at all. Maybe I will have the most beautiful head anyone has ever seen, and going all Sinead O’Conner might be the most fashionable thing I have ever done. LOL!
And … sometime before the event, I will start pestering people to sponsor me and donate for St. Baldrick’s. You’ve been warned! I promise not to be too obnoxious about it, but I will be mentioning from time to time that it’d be nice if I could not only hand over my hair but also a nice sum of money to a worthy charity.
That’s what I’ve been thinking about lately, and what have I been doing other than not posting on my blog? Continuing to clean and organize and declutter the house, working on artwork, and generally being Little Miss Domestic Bliss. Oh, and going crazy due to holiday party planning and gift shopping and the usual end-of-year family madness! My life gets nuts this time of year every year, and it’s a little more nuts this year owing to me finally deciding to make a huge push to get rid of bunches of material goods I don’t need in my life anymore (and getting the ones I do into some sort of order). I’m making good progress, and the decluttering and organizing seems to be keeping me sane. You know my family makes me insane with the holiday stuff. Doesn’t everyone’s family do that? LOL!
Well, it’s time for lunch, and then I need to maybe go run some errands and work in the garden a bit and get back to the bedroom closet work and make some family phone calls and maybe try to find something to wear to this weekend’s party (and on and on and on). Orb is a busy bee! Not complaining either. I’d rather be busy than bored.