Tag Archives: Locks of Love

It is that time again…

9 Jul

I am one of those lucky people who have lots of healthy hair that grows relatively quickly.

I am also fairly unconcerned with my physical appearance– justified or not, I am much more vain about my brain, frankly.

So what I have been doing for the past eighteen years or so, is letting my hair grow for a couple of years or so (basically, until it reaches my waist), put it up in a ponytail, and cut the whole thing off (to about one inch from my head). Then I donate the hair to Locks of Love, a non-profit organization that provides wigs for children who suffer from permanent hair loss conditions.

That is, until this time.

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Rambling rant and other stories.

13 Aug

(Please keep in mind that this was written on Sunday afternoon. After Monday’s news, all the shit below seems petty, small, unimportant–and yet, life must go on, so here it is.)

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I’m very tired–working seven days a week ain’t for sissies–and dealing with some family crap that has no easy solution has sapped the cheerfulness out of me. Feel free to skip to the more neutral bits at the end, or entirely ignore this one, and instead expect a review in the next couple of days.

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Going, going…gone!

30 Jun

Being lazy and cheap erm frugal, I leave my hair alone for long periods of time and then, once it’s long enough, I chop it all off and send it to Locks of Love.

My hair grows fairly rapidly–usually it’ll grow about 16 inches in about two and a half years. This time I only managed to grow about fourteen (I guess this is something else that gets screwed as you age–or perhaps the culprit is the poorer-than-usual diet, I don’t know). But today I finally had enough and got it cut off during my break–I now have about half an inch of hair over 3/4 of my head, with something like an inch on top.

I have done this some five (or perhaps it’s six?) times since I moved to Florida, and I plan to continue doing it for as long as I can. My daughter, she of the lovely, lovely essay, has done it twice–perhaps she’ll do it again some time in the future.

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Donating my hair makes me feel good–someone out there is benefiting from my absolute laziness. Continue reading