As many of you know, I cut my hair over fall break. After much Pinterest surfing, here are some references that I attempted to replicate in my own hair:
In reality, I ended up looking more like some bizarre combination between Prince Valiant and Patricia Richardson from Home Improvement:
Regardless, I still love my new hair. It feels amazing and I'm way more confident because of it.
I had been getting really tired of my long hair and truly was ready to get rid of it and chop it off pretty drastically. Not only does the cut make me feel more confident, but there was the added benefit of knowing that if somebody didn't like the way it looked, I could justify my actions on the moral high ground by announcing that I had elected to donate all of my hair.
This good feeling lasted for a few days until I was lulled into a sense of deep comfort in my newfound fluff head. But alas, these feelings were not meant to last, as I soon felt an unwelcome spirit return to haunt me in the dark of the night.
Woe to me, in my haste to cut my own hair and pack home for fall break, I had hurriedly stuffed my donate-able ponytail of hair into a ziploc bag and sealed it away in the back of a shelf in my closet before forgetting about it for weeks. And there my hair has stayed, the hypocritical locks that betray my boasting and cry for vengeance from deep within a pile of discarded shoes and a neglected bottle of Febreeze.
Disclaimer: the hair is still very much clean and protected (thanks to the ziploc bag) and will be donated for real this time, post-haste. Until that point, however, I will continue to be burdened by the forgotten ponytail in my closet.
Happy (late) Halloween.
