I haven't had a trim in a really, really long time. I needed that at the very least but I was getting very tired of all the length in my hair. You see, it is very, very stubborn hair. It does what IT wants to do, now what I want it to do. No matter what I do. So I get easily frustrated and threaten to cut it. Maybe it's my hair that I'm trying to threaten? Needless to say it doesn't work.
Anyway, I wanted to cut about 8 inches off to make it about shoulder length. I decided to check out places you can donate it and realized that I needed 10 inches. Well, that put me in quite the pickle.
I could be selfish and say, "no, I don't want to go that short." Or I could suck it up and go the extra two, or three, inches. I mean seriously, to cut my hair at 8 inches would have just been wasteful knowing it could have gone to a good cause if I put my big girl panties on and went the extra couple of inches.
So I did. Eleven inches, specifically, to Locks of Love.
It's been so long since my hair has been this short, like over 10 years. In fact, the other day when I was looking for a picture of "skinny me" I saw a picture of myself with hair this short and said "holy cow that was short!" Little did I know I'd be revisiting that hair shortly.
Anyway, of course I have to post an after pic. I wasn't smart enough to take a before pic, so I have one of Brad and I at Christmas. You can't really tell just how long my hair is in that pic, but you can certainly see I had more than I do now.