Cutting hair, not budgets

A personal experience with Locks of Love

It’s been a while since my last haircut. This tends to happen, as I always put these things off. I won’t divulge exactly how long it’s been because it would make any hair professional cringe. (OK, I’m pretty sure it’s been at least a year. Don’t judge me.) So I went to get my hair cut through Locks of Love. When you have as much hair as I did, why not? Besides, haircuts inspire my worst bouts of indecision.

I was approached by at least five different people working with Gamma Sigma Sigma before going in who tried to persuade me to donate. It was great to see such enthusiasm for the cause. Despite having to reschedule the event from February to March, they still seemed excited about the turnout.

Before...

I sat down and got ready for the hair to fall. I was pretty stoked about finally losing my scraggly ends. Not to mention, I was being serenaded by the sounds of late ‘90s pop music. That was a little laughable. Oh, Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys: a blast from the past to usher in the future.

“You’re gonna look spicy, you’re gonna look sexy,” my hairstylist Rachel said.

After cutting off a ponytail, as is typical with donating to Locks of Love, she proceeded to shape the rest of my hair into a bob.

It’s certainly the shortest I’ve ever had my hair. Having a haircut is like an instant makeover; you feel dramatically different. I feel older now, and ready to take on the world. Plus, the compliments have really poured in ever since I cut my hair.

...After!

After my haircut, they measured my hair. I figured I had dropped about 8 inches, but my ponytail was 11 inches long. Eleven inches that will go to a wig, and 11 inches I don’t have to wash, dry or brush. Success.

Posted by Claire Kersey on Apr 1 2010. Filed under Features. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry