Trying to get to the present

I am trying really hard to sit down and catch up on posts that I have gotten sooo far behind on.

I have the dream that some time this summer I shall catch up on all my past posts and be posting on current events. I want to be able to post about the current projects that I am working on and not all of the ones that I finished two to three months ago.

Well, I suppose that this quote fits me really well though.

"They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!"

-Dr. Seuss

I will be trying really hard to catch back up and be posting about my current projects and adventures. However, for a while here you (dear readers) shall be subjected to several posts on topics that you probably have heard all you really care to hear about.

Oh well, I am a cruel person and I am going to post them anyhow. (cue evil laugh)

So for roughly the next week I shall try to daily post an overdue entry.

To begin I shall not give you one of the posts that I have had partially completed and waiting to finish. Instead I shall share some pictures that I discovered which roughly chronicles the history of my hair.

This is actually kind of amusing...

We shall start back when I was just a little girl...

I was never allowed to have long hair. I always had a short chili-bowl type cut. I always wanted to be able to grow my hair out, but my parents would not let me. Finally when I was about 10 (2003) I convinced them that I was old enough to take care of it. So I grew it out and my hair got rather long. I had it down several inches past my shoulders by the time I was 13. A few months before returning to the U.S. for  my sisters wedding in 2006 I tired of my hair and got a bob cut. By the time of the wedding it had grown long enough that I was able to get an updo. So I decided to allow it to grow back out. When we returned to Botswana (yes, for those of you who did not know it I was an MK) it was slightly past my shoulders. I decided that I wanted to get a perm so that I could have curly hair like I always wanted.

Amusing right?

You shall all be disappointed to find out that this picture is not the result of the perm. The perm did not take... both of the times.

This picture was the result of sponge curlers so that we could prove to the hairstylist that my hair would take curl.

The perm still did not take...

I suppose I was just not meant to have curly hair... thankfully.

Moving on.

By the time we relocated to the U.S. in 2007 my hair had gotten pretty long. I got a long layered cut for the first time.

In the summer of 2008 I cut 10 inches off and donated it to Locks for Love. I then continued to let it grow. It had reached this length by 2010.

When it was long I would do all sorts of fun updos.

In February of 2010 I again had 10 inches cut off and donated to Locks for Love.

I thought about keeping it short and bobbed, but I went on ahead and let it grow.

That summer a lady in our church lost her hair due to cancer. So in July my mom and I buzzed out heads in support. My hair was long enough that I was able to again donate 10 inches to Locks for Love.

Having a buzz cut was fun and cool in the summer, however, I do not think that it shall be something I do every summer.

I let it grow until about November. Then decided that it was it was looking shaggy and got it trimmed into a pixie. I really liked this length.

I then let it grow for the next five months without cutting it at all. It looked really shaggy for several months, but thankfully they were the winter months and hats do wonders.

So this is what it was looking like come April. I am the girl on the left in black. Yes, these are some Seussical pictures.

Here is a back view. Yep, I am doing clown makeup.

My latest cut was here in the beginning of June. I had it all evened out and got a layered bob once again.

After taking tons of pictures I got rather bored.

So after some quick calculation my hair has grown roughly 50 inches since I was 10, and 30 inches of that has gone to Locks for Love. Forty-five inches in 8 years means 6.25 inches a year, or 0.52 inches a month, or 0.12 inches a week, or 0.017 inches a day.

For some final random notes, I love to style hair and that is why I am again working on growing it out so that I can do historical updos.

I also like using natural shampoos and rinses, thus avoiding using chemically loaded commercial shampoos and conditioners.

There you go.

More information then you could ever want to know about my hair. 

For those of you who are wondering about this post, I think a one sentence explanation clear everything up.

 I just saw Tangled for the first time this weekend.

 Yes, I enjoyed it. However, I am not a major princess movie fan.