First, let me explain something: Every three years I chop all of my hair off. It started when I was in the fourth grade and I've been doing it as a tradition ever since simply because I like change. I get bored with my look very easily. Last time I cut it was November 2006, when I was in college, and I donated it. For a while I've known November was coming, so I was ready.
Ok, so this is what happened.
In May I had the crazy idea to dye my hair blue. I had a wedding though, and my the bride wanted everyone to wear white with a red detail. I kept thinking of details I could wear, like replacing the belt in my dress, like a big flower... I didn't want to wear red earrings cause I didn't want to wear plastic jewelry... And then I thought... "I can put off the blue hair and I can dye it red for now. I'll dye it blue when the red fades out."
Anyway then it started to fade.
And so I had blue hair.
Anyway that's the deal with the blue hair. It looked cool... but it was the hardest thing to comb on earth. I went from washing my hair every other day to washing my hair once every three days, because otherwise I knew I'd loose all of the hair in the back of my head in a week. Every time I brushed my hair I'd get a handfull of blue hair. Eventually I got a handfull of gray hair. Then I got mad... cause not only the color was gross, but it felt like straw. The ends were all split and disgusting and quite honestly, it embarassed me for other people to see it... I felt and I still feel like a child. Like a stupid adolescent. Never doing that again!
I chopped it off.
Like a responsible grownup. No reason to show other people our messes.
Check out the braid on the counter.
I'm donating the healthy part to Locks of Love, unless I can find a local place to donate it to.