My Volunteer Journal: Episode 50 – The Hair Cut

I think this volunteer episode is better told with bad photography (see below). img_0416img_0417 img_0419img_0439



Disjointed thoughts on my final volunteer mission:

It’s fortunate that I was doing this haircut for charity and for this blog or, honestly, it would not have happened. The morning of the scheduled chop I was face down in bed with my hands stretched beside me like a drowned Ophelia mumbling, “It’s for the children. I’m going to look like Peter Pan on Broadway. It’s for the children.”

Days earlier I had come to two realizations 1) I had hid behind my hair for years both physically and figuratively (Check fab naturally blonde hair in second grade above. Does anyone know why I'm sitting on a fallen Corinthian column?)… and 2) The last short hair cut I had was a bowl cut in first grade, which set the tone for my entire traumatic elementary school career. There is simply no coming back from a bowl cut or mullet. At the very least I was going to come out of this volunteer episode either looking like Hilary Swank in “Boys Don’t Cry” or my brother.

Searching for a charity to donate my locks had also left me somewhat raw and jaded. I had approached the most recognizable hair donation group only to be told I would need their permission to even mention their name in this blog little less to donate my hair. I was willing to jump through their media censoring hoops until it came to my attention they were charging some children for their hairpieces. Other non-profits had strict standards - some only accepting virgin hair (they should know that virgin anything is hard to come by). Thankfully, I eventually found a group called Children with Hair Loss, which gives wigs to children at no cost and has reasonable hair requirements (they accept donations of eight inches or longer and will take dyed, mildly process or gray hair).

The miracle worker known as Sheena Rush cut my hair. Sheena was the hairstyle assistant on “The Girls Next Door” and continues to work with actresses and models. She could make Donald Trump look good if he would let her touch his head. She is a good friend so she let me act like a goon and giggle uncontrollably during the haircut but maintained her professionalism so for that I thank her. The haircut she gave me is brilliant. I love it and I should have done it before.

My hair is in a manila envelope with two other ponytails (don’t ask me why Sheena’s salon was hoarding ponytails – creepy) traveling to Children with Hair Loss. I really hope they can use it and that all the red dye didn’t damage the hair follicle too much.

A wrap up of my thoughts on the 50 volunteer experiences will follow in a few days...