Long Then Gone...

So the title was kinda strange I know but I have heard this for the last two days... 'but it is soooo long and now it is gone." People are talking about my hair when they say this. I have been hemming and hawing for a couple of months as to when and how much I was going to cut so Sunday I decided to "Just Do It."

Night Before the Big Cut

Right before the cut.

After much protest from Des and even tears to see my hair go, she sat with me at the hair cutting place and watch the stylist put all my hair in a pony tail. The stylist measured it and told me it is about 15 inches to the rubber band and I am cutting above that. I said okay and it was over before I knew it, 16 inches of hair off my head.

Hair ready for donation. 

I have done these kind of cuts before because I enjoy knowing that I can help a child. See the reason I cut my hair is to donate it to Lock of Love. I know there are many children afflicted with things outside their control that leave unable to grow their own hair or cause them to lose the hair that they do have so I can play a small role in helping a child by giving them mine. The last time I donated was in August of 2009 and I gave about 14 inches that time. I consider it a blessing to have hair that grows fast and the patience to wait for it to get to the length needed.

Immediately after. 

The back. 

Later that night, hence the sleepy eyes. 

I know not everyone has the patience or the ability to grow hair as long as 10 inches so I recently heard of another cause called Pantene's Beautiful Lengths. Beautiful Lengths assist women who are dealing with hair loss due to cancer and they only ask for donations of 8 inches, for information see their website. I heard about them through a fellow blogger and good friend of mine Rae from Tweeny Hair.

Rae decided to do a donation to Locks of Love as well you should definitely go check out her journey. I am sure you will love her regular blog post as well. Stop by, read and tell her hi for me.

Hope you all enjoyed this post. Until the next time...Stay blessed.

The Day Someone Attempted to Commit a "Brittany Spears" on Des...

First off, my 17 year old son come up with the title (this blog is a "Family Affair"). He says, "Hi Everyone."

Well I, like many moms, worried about who should, would, could cut Des' hair correctly. So after what I thought was careful research I set out to get her hair trimmed for no reason other than it seemed like the thing to do. I mean she was four and a half, right? Wrong, but you learn from your mistakes and hindsight is typically 20/20. Let me say that this post is not intended to scare or cause unnecessary fret for my fellow parents, this is simply my experience and I wanted to share.

Picture a couple of months before incident

So I go to the place where I had already spoke to the stylist, was sure that she was capable of the doing a trim on Des' hair. I brought Des' Godmother along for moral support. I spoke to the stylist again about what I was looking for, which was a basic trim, an inch or so off the bottom. As the stylist got by started by spraying Des' hair with water (o_O), I was talking to Des' Godmother. I look and she is combing through Des' hair and turn to talk again. Then came the shocked expression on her Godmother's face. When I turned to look, about 4-5 inches of Des' hair was gone in ONE snip of the scissors. Immediately her hair shrunk up to her ears. My heart sank. Des told the stylist, my dad is going to be MAD. LOL. The stylist said, oh it got really short. I said I thought you said you knew how to cut curly biracial hair. She said I thought I did. I left the establishment without paying, with an earful of apologies and a lot less hair on my baby's head. Needless to say, I am not one who believes stylist anymore. I need credentials.

Picture shortly after incident

I hope that none of you every have to go through this but I did feel like I need to share it with you. 

Until the next time, stay blessed... <3