when I was in school. It was a lot of trouble, but I liked it at the time. I never cut off more than an inch at a time for years then my college roommate offered to trim it. It wasn’t straight so she cut some more, and some more, and… When she was done, she had cut off about two feet of hair. (We’re still friends today!) We ended up throwing the hair out our third floor window and watching it float down. About two years later a friend was showing me a bird’s nest which he found in a tree behind my dorm. It was made of hair which matched mine! I didn’t meet him until after my hair was cut so he never realized that it was my hair until he showed me the nest.
Now that I swim on a regular basis, it wouldn’t work for me. I keep it just long enough to pull back.
