A few years ago, when my husband and I were newlyweds, I worked for a bit at a tropical fish store. I was good at my job, and enjoyed it, but one of the biggest hassles was keeping my almost waist-length hair out of the tanks. It was so thick that binding it up tight, like in a bun, was just about impossible (at least without snapping a few hair ties in the process). I most commonly resorted to either braiding it, or tying it back in a ponytail, with hair ties segmenting it every few inches down, to keep it manageable.
My husband, at the time, also had awesomely long hair, but his is naturally curly and highlighted, so he always looked like an '80s rock-god type. We made the decision for both of us to cut off our hair and donate it to Locks for Love (a charity that uses donated hair to make wigs for cancer patients).
For a long time, I loved my spiky short haircut. Because my hair was so thick, I could keep it chin-length in front, buzzed short in back, and just run mousse through it in the morning.
My husband, too, looked very handsome with his new, more mature hairstyle. We figured we'd both just keep growing our hair back out to donate again.
And his hair looks great. It's a little bit shorter than shoulder-length now, all curly and highlighted, and makes him look like a surfer or something.
As for mine, well, I'm kind of wanting my Locks for Love donation back.
