Long hair is now finally seeming a possibility. The week before I moved to Minnesota I made the mistake of over-processing my hair, and consequently it had to be cut off. All of it. For a while, I had about 1/2 inch of hair on my head (some of which was later cut off because it too was damaged, but the girl who cut my hair didn’t want me to be bald, so she left it on originally). Then I moved to Minnesota, December 1, 2001.
Now, a little over three years later, my hair may actually get there. It no longer just brushes the nape of my neck – it now has an undeniable presence, and threatens to get tucked into the necks of shirts soon. I only have a few errant strays when I pull it up. According to , who I don’t think has ever had her hair longer than her ears, my hair is long. My goal? Middle of my back. It’s never been that long. It was shoulder-blade length for a long time. My current youth group kids laugh at pictures of me pre-Minnesota, and think I look funny with long hair. I tell them that’s how I looked for the first 23 years of my life. Not entirely true, but I won’t go into the entire history of my hair here. Not that I couldn’t – it is my blog.
But I’ll let it be for now.
Suffice it to say, I’m happy with my hair length. Now if I could only get the styling products I like in the stores that are easiest to travel to, that’d be great.