Hiding in my hair room

One of the best and most sad scenes from The Office was when Erin found out from Michael that Andy and Angela had been engaged. Erin, you may or may not know, was a tender hearted young woman who grew up in foster homes. When Michael lays this bombshell on her, she panics and hides behind her hair:

"In the foster home, my hair was my room."

It is terribly sad to think of a young girl with nowhere to hide (rest, sleep, be oneself) but from behind her hair. Yet I laughed because I know. Like Erin, I use my hair to hide.

I both love it and hate it, and while I always complain about it - the thick hanging waves and frizz from a humid hell - it is my trademark. It has come in handy when I've wanted to hide a pimple, when I sported a post-baby double chin, when I watch scary movies from beneath a tangled veil. 

For my 36th birthday last week, I decided it was finally time to cut off all this hair for a good cause. And I was feeling more hampered by this mess of tangles than comforted and safely hidden by it. My hair just barely reached the minimum length for donating hair to Locks of Love, so clealry this was a sign from God that it was time for drastic measures.

the before (yep, that's Asher going in for a hug)

the before (yep, that's Asher going in for a hug)

the during

the during

Truth be told, my biggest fear is that I would look more like Tori Spelling a la 90210 than this cute Pinterest model:

The ladies at Peter Mark were great, though slightly doubtful I was really ready for a super short cut. I had gone in packing several pictures of cute pixies, which caused my stylist some severe apprehension, in turn causing me a minor panic attack. We compromised in the end and I came away with a 10 inch braid and a sleek assymetrical bob.

Ella came with me for moral support (and a bit of heckling, as she's prone to do). As a young girl who is always asking for a boy cut like her brothers, I wanted her to see there was more to Mum, more to being a woman than long hair. And I also wanted to share with her the idea of sacrificing a little bit of comfort for a child in need of a little bit of normalcy. 

Four days later and I'm fairly happy with the outcome. It's super short in the back out of necessity, so that will take some getting used to, and I'm a bit afraid the hair I send in to Locks of Love won't meet their standards and this will all be for naught. (Yes, I'm being a little melodramatic over something as inconsequential and silly as a HAIR CUT.)

But I'm willing to wager that not having my hair to hide behind anymore will be a good thing. A great thing, actually. It was now or never and I don't intend on being that 50 year old lady with grey hair down to her bum. And I'm secretly hoping a little girl in family of blondes will find herself the happy new owner of a thick, curly mop of brown hair. I think she'll look amazing. 

Visit Locks of Love to see their guidelines for hair donations. I was happy to see they do accept layered and coloured (not bleached) hair. It's important to note that you are responsible to send in your own hair to Locks of Love and to inform your stylist or salon beforehand that you want to donate your hair. Local Irish organisations like Rapunzel Foundation also accept hair donations.