Have I mentioned how much I HATE having long hair? I do. I really do.
Well, did...
After probably 7 years of trying to grow my hair out to donate, I finally did it!
Well, did...
This is a pretty personal thing for me because, as most of you know, my older brother died of cancer almost 10 years ago when I was a senior. That experience left me wanting to make a difference in the lives of cancer patients and their families. This was by far the hardest thing I've done in that effort. Since I usually cut my own hair, leaving it alone for this long has been torture. Not to mention the fact that I made it through a St. George summer (9 months pregnant!) without hacking it off. Yeah, I'm pretty amazing.
But not amazing enough to ever do it again. Like I said, I hate having long hair. As a person who has spent the better part of my life with short hair (and I do mean the better part of my life) I can tell you that long hair changes you. For instance, I'm pretty positive that I learned to get in and out of a car differently than someone with long hair. Why? Because I cannot count the amount of times that I've shut my hair in the car door in the past year... or rolled it into the window... or how many times I've spit tooth paste in my hair... or zipped it into something. I felt like an amputee that suddenly grew his leg back. (Except maybe not so grateful and a little more willing to chop it off again.)
But not amazing enough to ever do it again. Like I said, I hate having long hair. As a person who has spent the better part of my life with short hair (and I do mean the better part of my life) I can tell you that long hair changes you. For instance, I'm pretty positive that I learned to get in and out of a car differently than someone with long hair. Why? Because I cannot count the amount of times that I've shut my hair in the car door in the past year... or rolled it into the window... or how many times I've spit tooth paste in my hair... or zipped it into something. I felt like an amputee that suddenly grew his leg back. (Except maybe not so grateful and a little more willing to chop it off again.)
So there you have it. A long, hard journey finally come to a joyful end.
6 comments:
LOVE the haircut, Stacy. It would be very hard to spit toothpaste onto your hair with that hairstyle. ;-) Man, you're so talented. Love you!
You are so photogenic(sp?)by the way! I love your new style.
I must admit I was very impressed that you had been growing your hair out - cause I know how hard it is for you to keep away from scissors!! =) It looked good long, but knowing now why you grew it out, in memory of David, makes it lots more meaningful. The picture of your new cut is GORGEOUS my dear!! You can pull off just about any do, can't you?! =)
I love the haircut! You are amazing stac. When I get sick of my long hair, maybe I'll have you cut it for me.
I agree, short hair is so much better. And you look so good with it! I had a random remembrance of your brother the other day, so it was kind of neat to read this post.
And I love your family picture at the top of your blog. Your boys are so darn cute.
I thought I had commented on this post back when I first saw it. Since there isn't a comment posted from me-I want you to know that not only is your new haircut/style darling on you, but I'm impressed with your determination to grow your hair out to donate it. Love you.
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