Gone, Gone, Gone

I miss my hair.

Now, if you don't want to read about me wallowing in self-pity about my hair, do not by all means continue reading. I've had long hair my whole life--except for that time I had to chop it off after I got gum stuck in it. Now I know why Mama always made us put our bubblegum back in the Halloween bowl after trick-or-treating.--but now it's so short I can barely pile it on top of my head (my lazy hairdo).

Last summer, my hair started to fall out. Gross I know. You're lucky you didn't have to live with it. Handfuls of my beloved hair would come out in the shower and even more would fall while I was fixing it, and more would continue to depart from my scalp throughout the day. I guess I shouldn't complain so much, because I never once looked like I was losing my hair. Good ol' Badger genes. We'll never go bald...well at least the girls won't. But my hair did start looking very very unhealthy, so I decided that cutting it off would be the best thing for it. So I chopped it off. My hair was so short I could barely put it in a ponytail, let alone piled on top of my head. Egad!

The wonderful lady (Hannah DeRusha) who cut my hair did a great job, but she warned me that once I cut it short, cutting it would more than likely become an addiction, and that I might never have long hair again.

"Oh, pshaw," I replied.

Nothing would keep me from growing out my hair again. No matter how much I liked the haircut (and I did) I still missed my long hair. I even cried about it that night like Jo in Little Women.

And since that fateful haircut last July, I have cut my hair short again every few months.

She was right, it is addicting!

I am trying harder to refrain from cutting it other than the occasional trim.

I am on a serious mission to get my long hair back.

I want my hair to have the ability to do this again:

Bahah! That picture makes me laugh so much.

But until it grows out again, I'll have to resort to using pictures of me with long hair on the blog and my facebook profile.

*Sigh*