Not only was this blog title incredibly intriguing, it also reminds me of something Trav's nephew Cameron said when he was about 12: "Don't worry guys, I know this place like the back of my head." (One of these days, I'll blog about all my favorite mangled cliches, and that one probably tops the list!)
Now, on to the matter at hand.
It's time for another measure-in! Megan Hoeppner, Wendy Smedley, and I all decided way back in January (when we all still worked for Simple Scrapbooks magazine) that we'd grow our hair out for Locks of Love or Pantene Beautiful Lengths. Ten months into our grow-out, we're still growing strong. In fact, I could easily donate TODAY if I wanted a Sinead O'Connor 'do, but I'm going to hold out a little bit longer, both so I'll look better after the big cut, and for the solidarity with my pals.
Angie in March
That's my little buddy Shelby Gainer peeking over my shoulder. I'm at about 8 1/2 inches here, wouldn't you say?
Angie in October
Well, it certainly looks longer. I'm not exactly sure why I opted for the illegible measuring tape this time.
There, you can see it now. I'm past 10 inches! And the length is just now starting to bug me (I've added at least 90 seconds to my blow-drying time!), but I think I can make it a little bit longer.
Why are we doing this?
Megan's sweet mom is battling breast cancer now.
Wendy's mom is a breast cancer survivor of many years.
My beautiful sister-in-law Becky is battling breast cancer as well, and she's kicking that cancer's ass. Go Becky!
Now, go check out how Megan and Wendy are doing, and cheer them on! (And come back here and let me know if I'm winning the hair race...hee hee.)
p.s. Don't forget to enter yesterday's contest!