HE DID IT!

He finally did it! After two whole years with nary a haircut...DH finally got it whacked. And good, too. He started out just growing it to see what it would do, and quickly got the idea to keep growing it to donate it to an organization called Children with Hairloss.

It's similar to Locks of Love, except the recipients' families do not pay for their wigs; they are supplied free of charge for children with medical reasons for hair loss. I heard of this organization from a mom at our homeschool co-op in which we participate. She has a daughter that has a disease I can't spell that causes her hair to not grow. She was like 5 when she had her first haircut! Her hair grows in patches, and either breaks off or falls out before it can get much longer than 3 or 4 inches. So Children with Hairloss will be donating one new wig per year until she it 21 years old...is that amazing, or what?

My DH has the kind of hair that makes women sick. Including me. I'm kind of glad it's gone now, because it's just so wrong on so many levels for a man to have prettier hair than his wife.





See what I mean? That's natural curl and body in that tail.

Okay, now you might need to sit down for these next few. I chuckle every time I see this next one, because it reminds me of a half an octopus sitting on his head:









I actually asked permission to post these, by the way. And I'm posting them anyway. :-) You can thank me later.

This one is the "first cut." Too late to chicken out now.








And the results are.................................................................................................



Here are all four decapitated ponytails. Well, they are! I'm thinking those ponytails owned that head of his just as much as he does!

Okay, here's the real result:



Captivating, isn't it? She doesn't know that she just sheared about 20 years off of his face.

20 pounds, too...of hair that is.

What do you think? Do you like it long or clean cut better?