Last night I couldn't stand it anymore. My hair was too long. It was literally weighing on me. So I checked the Pantene hair donation requirements again, and they only require eight inches. I had more than eight inches!
In retrospect, a ruler for perspective might have been handy. But my hair, my friends, is gone. I don't have to put it up to go to sleep anymore. I don't have to put it in a bun to keep it out of my way. I don't have to worry about it getting caught in the car door or the seat belt mechanism. My Victorian/Pride and Prejudice stage is over.
This morning I had quite a time figuring out what to do with my hair, because while my hair texture is straight, one side had kind of curled while I was sleeping and no amount of water or combing could convince it to straighten and match the other side. So my current style is one in which Princess can match: pig tails (hers high, mine low).
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