Last week I finally decided it was time to donate a good portion of my hair to Locks of Love. I was fortunate to have the kind of hair capable of cutting off circulation around your toes when a stray got into your sock and when it was worn down strangers in the vicinity would succumb to its firm tangled grasp by means of static electricity. Suffice to say it was long enough measuring in at 44 inches in length. Oddly, I never really realized just how long it was until I cut it.
I proudly made my meager sacrifice and settled on donating 21 inches to Locks of Love. My head feels 10 pounds lighter and I can actually wear it down now without risk of injury to myself or others.