Locks of Love

This adventure was not that easy. The first appointment I made I chickened out of. The second was a great salon, but specialized in a different kind of hair than my own. The third appointment was Friday night. I got to the salon that had such a great reputation and it was empty. Then a lady called out my name with a terrible accent that sounded nothing like my name. She had nothing to measure my hair with and told me that she did not think I had enough hair to cut and that I should come back in a month. Well, as if that was not disappointing to me enough she said in a bad accent, " I can cut your hair now if you want a man cut. I mean I can give you man hair..." Looking back it is absolutely hysterical, but at that moment I could not get out of the chair fast enough. So, I told her no thanks and went to leave when she looked to Jean and said, "are you next?" The look of terror in her face was priceless...She told her we came together we cut together and we left. I was so disappointed. So, Saturday morning I woke up and found another salon. The mission was completed. Now on to the next goal. A 1/2 marathon Dec. 8th.

This was me yesterday...

This is what I said good bye to. Ten long inches.

At the salon the stylist asked me if I really wanted to cut off all of that hair and I told him not to ask me again and to cut it off.

This is my look of terror.

There was no turning back...

After a while of sitting in the chair I left with a pretty good cut. I am still working it out. This morning I woke up with a terrible afro! My hair is wild!!! But- my hair is on its way to making a wig for a child in need!!!!!

Here it is from the back...

The finished product- accept today I did it myself and feel like it came out a bit better. Either way, this is the cut!
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED