I sat down in the chair and asked the lady if she'd ever cut hair for Locks of Love before, to make sure she knew not to untie it or let it drop on the floor. She had, and added that my haircut was free, which was a nice surprise. She didn't waste any time with the scissors before we even got to talking about what we were going to do with the rest of my head. Even though I knew it was coming, I hadn't REALLY prepared myself for the shock of losing 2 years of growth and care in 3 quick snips and my eyes started to redden up. She asked if I was going to cry.
"No," but my voice cracked.
No photos of the new rag yet, but I'll post a few later this weekend.