Cut To The Chase

I bet y'all are wondering why I have a photo of Cousin Itt up, right? Well, today I did something I've been thinking about for some time. Last month, Tricia at The Domestic Fringe hosted a Pink Party and I "attended" here. When I wrote that post, I encouraged everyone to get involved in any way possible to help eradicate breast cancer beginning with baby steps. This morning I went and took my own advice.

I could have walked or ran in a marathon, but heck, I can't even walk to the icebox without breaking a sweat...so I knew that was out. I can't donate blood due to childhood illnesses. Buy a pink appliance...now tell me, who really gets that money? I did the only thing I could think of...I cut my hair.

I first started letting it grow this long because I wanted to donate it to the Locks of Love program, but after checking around, I found out they don't accept hair with a large amount of grey in it...whoopsie! Still, I continued to let it grow (y'all know I'm a little on the lazy side and it just seemed like too much trouble to keep it short) but I told my kids that when it began to look like "old lady" hair...tell me. Well, someone sure fell asleep on the job 'cause somewhere along the way I had crossed over into Crystal Gayleland and no one told me! Plus, it was really starting to get in my way, my arms weren't long enough to roll it, and pigtails just don't look right on someone who is starting to get a little long in the tooth!

After participating in Tricia's Pink Party, I started checking around again for someone who might want my hair. (Would you believe people sell their hair online...creepy!) I found Pantene has a program called Beautiful Lengths for women! The only requirements were that the hair donated be Healthy...check...Clean...check check...AND at least 8". Yippee!!! I was in business! Do I appear to have a bit of trepidation? I did!!! You gotta keep in mind, I truly have a love affair with my hair. It's the only thing left on me that the "use before" date has not expired on...in spite of a lot of white and grey being mixed in with the red. My hair and I have been through a lot together. It has seen me through weddings, births, the good times and the bad. I feel like Samson with it...I can do anything. Without it...I'm just a chihuahua in a washtub with an absolute zero personality. I know...totally irrational, huh? This is a secret I'm sharing with y'all. It's not vanity...it's just a little...make that big...fear of mine.

I asked my cute, little, stylist extraordinaire, Misti if she'd like to do the honors and she scheduled me for today. After measuring, she took her trusty shears and...

Voila...I never felt a thing!

I'm planning on mailing this chunk first thing Monday morning and I'm also planning on donating it in the name of the most courageous woman I know right now...Cher, The Texas Woman. Cher, I don't have your courage (hence, no Mohawk) or a tenth of your wit, but this eighth is for you. You inspire me and if you want the shirt off my back...it's yours. In the meantime, I'll be mailing the hair down it in a brown envelope and thinking of you.

I do believe Misti enjoyed this way more than she should have! I may have to start calling her Chief Cuttin' Curl Up And Dye! (Doesn't she kinda remind you of those cute mannequins you see in shops...the one with the wonderful smiles?)

After she snipped, snipped, snipped...she styled my hair. My head didn't know what to think! Neither did Cat Daddy! Men are so funny! I swear, it can be stringy, dirty, split ends to the wazzoo, but if it's long...then whoa Nelly...they think it's beautiful. Go figure!

On a positive note...my scales registered three pounds lighter! (do I smell a diet book?) Wonder what I'd weigh if......nah!

So the next time you see me out...don't wonder if my butt has dropped...just remember...today I took my first baby steps.