After a cousin gets married...

....I cut my hair!

That's the pattern apparently.
I have checked.
After a cousin's wedding in 2004, I cut off my long hair and donated 12 inches to Locks of Love.

Then 5 yrs later, when my other cousin got married in California, I cut off my long hair just past my shoulder a few months after. I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love again.

19 days ago, another cousin got married. I wanted to cut my hair before going to California one week after the wedding, but I did not get to it and I chickened out a few times when I had the time. Tomorrow is the day, I have booked an appointment at a learning institute. No backing out of this one! I haven't decided yet if I will be donating 10 or 12 inches, but this week, I have tried to enjoy my long hair as much as possible. Tomorrow, all this awesomeness will make its way to be part of a wig, hopefully enjoyed by someone who needs a wig because of cancer. That is my only consolation right now, that I will be helping someone restore some confidence in their appearance at a low time in their lives.

Come on now, it will grow again! And maybe it will look better tomorrow when it's short!!

With a side of hair, please!

At lunch the other day, my coworkers were talking about how their wives' hair was all over the place at home.

Now if there is carpet in your home, the hair gets stuck wherever it falls and if you walk around with double-sided tape on your socks, you could get a nice impromptu stuffed animal made of hair! Gross...I know. Plus, the vacuum cleaner gets all stuffed with it too.

On the other hand, if you have hardwood floors, or tiles or whatever that is not fluffy and catch hair, then the fallen hair kinda bundles together and you get these balls of hair in every other corner of your house.

I've always had long hair. I only consciously cut my hair shorter than shoulder length twice in my adult life, both times to donate. That being said, I've been well trained to pick up my hair. Early in my teenage years, my mom threatened to have my hair cut because the long strands of black hair on every surface, in the drains, and sometimes in food, were testing her patience daily. So I picked up the habit of...well, picking up my hair when it falls on the floor when drying it and not letting it get to the drain when washing it. I figured it's better to stick them to the wall until after my shower and then get rid of them, than fishing them from the drain after!

So, I did not feel at all concerned about the lunch topic. Future husband, if you are out there and scared of hair, don't worry, you will not be b*tching about MY hair with your buddies!