Everyone I talked to, including my regular hairstylist and the wedding hairstylist, told me not to cut my hair. I cannot remember ever having my hair so long. It was dry, unhealthy with a smattering of split ends, and frankly, unruly. I vowed to chop the tresses off soon after the wedding, but the guy who normally cuts my hair was booked up for two weeks! I considered going to Supercuts, then having him fix it. That’s how much I couldn’t stand the long hair anymore.
I could’ve shaved my head and sold my hair or donated it. Instead I opted for a bob–in which case there’s no market for 4-inch locks. As I stared at the wet black crescents on the floor, I told the hairstylist I was bummed I couldn’t wait to sell it. He said not to worry because my hair would be put to good use. I was surprised. How?
“I collect the hair and it’s used for the Gulf spill. You know, hair is an especially good absorbent.”
Hooray for helping a good cause!