My über-long hair was already down to my butt (see pic here) when I had it cut last November ’09. Chopped off or lopped off, more like. Half was taken away, leaving me with tresses just a little past my shoulder blades. I was in shock, I tell you. In fact I still shudder at that awful memory–the snipping of the scissor blades as chunks of my long and much-beloved hair fell to the salon floor. Oh, the agony.
Though the reason for that drastic change was mostly emotional (letting go and all that), it was also partly due to practicality. As much as I love being Rapunzel, it ain’t easy keeping all that hair all shiny and healthy. The ends were already a bit dry and frizzy and basta-na-tao that I am, I was too apathetic to remedy the condition of my tresses. I was contented with just shampoo and the occasional conditioner (which did nothing for my hair anyway).