Other: Hair Today, Gone Today

I cut my hair today. When I say that, I literally mean I cut my hair. I've had it cut professionally about twice in the last 12 years. I am by no means going to qualify for a beautician's license, um, ever, but my hair is wavy enough to cover minor flaws and my standards low enough and my motivation to try to convince a hairstylist not to poof up my hair non-existent enough that I'd rather just do it myself.

I plan to donate the hair for the second time to Locks of Love, an organization that makes real-hair wigs for children who have lost their hair due to medical conditions. They ask that the hair be at least 10" long, and I was getting seriously impatient waiting for it to top that and still have a little left for myself.

My hair will probably look a little different tomorrow as it will get a chance to dry without as much fussing or because I will get annoyed and do a little more snipping. I figure that it's just hair and mine will grow back. And whether or not I did a particular good job cutting it, I managed not to cut off an ear, because that would not grow back.