My hair is getting too friggin' long.
It started to grow out of sheer laziness, not bothering to find a hairdresser, not bothering to make appointments more frequently than every 6-12 months, combined with the ease of throwing it into a ponytail. Hassle-free, right? Then it happened that a friend was directing the community theatre for South Pacific. "You could be Liat," Brian said, referring to the non-English-speaking Tonkinese girl who falls in love with an American marine, "and best of all, we wouldn't have to do makeup." It's a small, white town, after all, and the part was pretty small (14 words in the whole play), so why not? I hadn't considered keeping my hair long, but now I guess I had to. I even bought some product that helps keep the ends from drying out. This was how it started. After the play was over, I decided to keep making the conscious effort to take care of my hair, trim it every 3-4 months, use leave-in conditioner, not wash or blow-dry it too often. From there, it turned into a science experiment, to see just how long it would grow before it stopped, or just kept breaking off, or whatever. Part of this, I know, is a satisfaction of a childhood desire to have long hair, which I was never allowed but all little girls (raised on Barbies, Little House on the Prairie, and the like) coveted. Which is why I never have felt like a 'long-haired' kind of person. I grew it out once back in university, but split ends kept it from going past my waist.But now, this is ridiculous. When I'm sitting down, it's brushing on the tops of my legs. You know that stray hair you feel tickling your arm or hand that gets picked off and thrown in the garbage? Chances are that's still attached to my head. Leaning back on hard-back chairs with metal or wooden bars is dangerous, and looking up while sitting on a toilet even more so. And the kicker...I think my hair is starting to cause some headaches and neck aches. I've learned that two braids causes less ache than one, and loose hair even less than two braids. So I'm feeling it's time to shear this sheep. But wait.Musically, it's a good image. Writing roots music, it's a more congruent look than an asian girl with a crew cut. And it's been with me for so many years now, I'd like a photo of me with the braids on the next CD. That's whenever I finally get on that...And of course, there's the event potential. It makes so much sense to turn this into a fundraising event for cancer. 30+ inches to nothing, it could be a big deal. So now, it looks like the only thing keeping me from the scissors is my recording project and a pile of event-planning. How does that make any sense?Meanwhile, on it grows.