Chop, chop, chop... 10 inches shorter...

Over the last couple of years I've lost family members, personal and internet friends to cancer, including my cousin who was only two years older than me and who had two very young daughters.  When just before Christmas another family friend, who we've known since I was a toddler, was told her condition was terminal I found myself more and more wanting to do something.  Something significant, something personal.

I give financially to charities through work's charitable trust, but decided that this time I wanted to do something different.  So for the last 12 months I have let my hair grow and today, in the middle of the office, my colleague took a pair of scissors to it and snipped through two long plaits (it's about 10 inches in total).

The hair is being donated to The Little Princess Trust who are a charity that make wigs for children undergoing chemotherapy and who have lost their own hair.

I just hope that a child somewhere can benefit from this gift.

And now I must go dye what is left of my hair as it's appearing very very grey again....... tempted by the electric blue or ultra violet, but alas I think I shall be boring and go for burgundy again...