Well...I have always felt that way. But, y'all. I have been grieving over cutting off all my hair earlier this year. You might remember what I did from this post HERE and also from my friend, Sarah's post HERE. Two of my best friends, Nikki and Sammi have donated their beautiful, long hair to Locks of Love before and I remember feeling a little jealous that they had the guts to do it. I finally found my inner guts and chopped it off. I sent it off all 10 inches and helped make a wig for a kid. Which, by the way, it takes at least 7 donations {of at least 10 inches of hair} to make ONE wig for a kid. Wow. I would have to donate my hurr 7 times to make just one wig. And I've got a lot of hair!
I know that I did a good thing and it made my heart grow three sizes that day...
But, I'm a Grinch about it lately. I can't regret that decision...right? That would make me a bad and bitter person. I can just miss my hair and
I miss being able to curl my hair and to put it up in a pony tail. I miss being able to get it to lay straight for goodness sakes {I have quite a bit of volume and wave}!
R.I.P. Pony Tail. R.I.P.



















