Brave the Shave
I have a complicated relationship with the hair on my head. I've never wanted to be a Rapunzel type, with long tresses flowing down my back. In fact it was as much as my mother and I could stand to get me to grow it to shoulder length in primary school.
Once she finally lost patience with me and hauled me off to the hairdresser to have it all shorn off, the conversation is now likely to be how short my buzzcut is, not how long. While at University, I had a complete headshave for charity as part of our Rag Week fundraising activities. If the whole Rag Week Committee had their heads shaved, the University would match the figure raised in sponsorship. We did, so they did and thousands of pounds was raised for local charities.
Then there was the accidental incident where I decided to shave my own head one day around 10 years ago when very drunk. Not the best idea I ever had, as it ended up a grade 3 uneven buzzcut. I loved it, my mother not so much.
Recently one of my colleagues, mum of two small boys and a veteran of short cuts, came to work out of the blue almost completely bald. She had forgotten to put the comb on the clippers after finishing her sons' haircuts and ended up giving herself a Sinead O'Connor style number 1 buzz. (Incidentally, it suited her.)
So when I spotted that MacMillan Cancer were launching a Brave the Shave charity fundrasing campaign for this month, I immediately wanted to sign up. One thing and another I have neglected to check with my boss whether this is OK for her - mainly because she and I haven't been in much at the same time since the audit assessment meeting last month and we were too busy prior to that. (I have to ask her permission since I often assist at her external meetings and I don't want to cause her any issues.)
But tomorrow the big question will be asked when I see her in our 8am meeting, and once I know I can set about persuading my barber that the full shave needs to happen, if bossgal agrees.
Would you bravetheshave for charity?