For several months I’ve contemplated cutting my hair. It’s been kind of ridiculously long for a while now, and while I liked the way it looked right after I styled it, that never lasted very long. It easily became a tangled mess and loved to get into things like paint, food, car doors, loved ones faces…you get the gist. So I had decided that Wednesday was D-day. The plan was to cut 6″ off, but as I got to thinking about it, I knew that 10″ could be donated. What was another few inches?
Locks of Love won’t take bleached hair, but since I don’t color the bottom half of my hair I was able to donate that underneath portion. I know there will be times I’ll miss having really long hair, but I figured it would be much easier to get over that knowing I was giving it to someone else.
It just so happened that my friend, Justin, was in town and he was nice enough to drive out to the suburbs and snap a few shots. While I share my home with you weekly, it’s rare for me to give you a glimpse of these spaces with people in them. I think it makes a world of difference to really understand the scope and the scale of a space and what it’s filled with.
I may have lost a foot of hair this week, but I thought I had gained a kidney stone. It all
started Saturday morning when I awoke with intense pain in my left
back. When I say intense, I mean worse than drug-free labor intense.
The pain and uncomfortableness finally led to an urgent care visit on
Sunday, a doctor appointment on Monday and a CT scan on Tuesday. All of
which showed no sign of anything wrong. They think it may have been an
infection, and I’m starting to feel like myself again, so hopefully I’ll be back in the renovation saddle this weekend.