Locks of Love, Part Two

After almost two years without so much as a trim, Zach finally took the leap and had the hairdressers lop off ten inches of his glorious hair for Locks of Love. The effect was dramatic, and he looks now more like an Assyrian prince than a Braveheart warrior. Some little girl will soon be boasting a wig of luscious curls, never knowing that half of them were donated by a very manly man.

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Locks of Love

Today, I had my first professional haircut. Yes, it’s true: I’ve relied on my dear mother (and lately, sister) to trim my hair whenever it was getting too unruly. I decided one day that I wanted a professional haircut. But, of course, I didn’t want to pay for one— think of what I could do with all that money I’d waste on hair! That’s when I learned that a lot of salons will give you a free haircut if you donate your hair to Locks of Love. Thus, I determined that I was going to grow out my hair and get my first professional cut at the same time.

That was three years ago. Yes, I have waited three years so that I could donate a full twelve inches and still have enough hair to put into a ponytail. Finally, today, I was ready.

The women at Fantastic Sam’s were nice, and the stylist, Christy, spent longer than I expected trimming my hair up so it would look just right. I looked at the four ponytails she snipped from my locks: they looked thin and a little scraggly, but I hoped the people at Locks of Love could find a use for them anyway. After I bid Christy goodbye and left, I tried to tie my hair back in a ponytail and laughed that I had already forgotten there is only a tiny poof of hair when I bind it up.

I’ll miss my long “hippie hair,” I love the sensation of swishing my hair around when I swing my head side to side. However, mostly I’m excited about how much easier it will be to take care of when I hit the road in five days!

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