The New Me

Many of you know that I had been growing out my hair to donate it to Locks of Love. I did this before in 2005 and told myself then that if I ever grew out my hair long enough that I would do it again.

The day finally came . . . I was so nervous and scared. It's amazing and a little sad how attached I had gotten to my hair. I enjoyed having long hair. It was part of me . . . part of my identity. But I needed to do this. I asked one of my very best friends to come with me and give me courage if I tried to back out. (More on her visit in the next post.)

The stylist put my hair in a ponytail and grabbed his scissor and I took a deep breath . . . and he started cutting. Snip, snip, snip. I could feel my head getting lighter! And then as the hair was released from its ponytail, it started falling by my face -- it was short. Breathe.

And then, he held up the ponytail -- 15 inches of it!

The hair that was left on my head was short, but I liked it already. Even before he started shaping it.

It's a change. But I need a change every once in a while.

And now for the photos you have all been waiting for . . .

The before . . .

and after . . .

Johnny at Firefly Salon did his usual fantastic work. And the hair was sent off to Locks of Love.

If you've ever thought about donating your hair I would strongly recommend it! Just think of those beautiful children who would be blessed by something you have in abundance! 

Many of you know that I had been growing out my hair to donate it to Locks of Love. I did this before in 2005 and told myself then that if I ever grew out my hair long enough that I would do it again.

The day finally came . . . I was so nervous and scared. It's amazing and a little sad how attached I had gotten to my hair. I enjoyed having long hair. It was part of me . . . part of my identity. But I needed to do this. I asked one of my very best friends to come with me and give me courage if I tried to back out. (More on her visit in the next post.)

The stylist put my hair in a ponytail and grabbed his scissor and I took a deep breath . . . and he started cutting. Snip, snip, snip. I could feel my head getting lighter! And then as the hair was released from its ponytail, it started falling by my face -- it was short. Breathe.

And then, he held up the ponytail -- 15 inches of it!

The hair that was left on my head was short, but I liked it already. Even before he started shaping it.

It's a change. But I need a change every once in a while.

And now for the photos you have all been waiting for . . .

The before . . .

and after . . .

Johnny at Firefly Salon did his usual fantastic work. And the hair was sent off to Locks of Love.

If you've ever thought about donating your hair I would strongly recommend it! Just think of those beautiful children who would be blessed by something you have in abundance!