When I was little, I had a *very* sensitive scalp -- and massive snarls all the time.  So, between bouts of my mother chasing me down with a brush, she'd take me to get hair cuts -- which I really hated because while I could run from mom, I couldn't run from the hairdresser who was a friend of the family, and the de-snarling made tears run.  Slowly, I undertook the de-snarling myself.  Then when I was about 12 I got a hair cut that everyone but me loved, which ended at my chin.  I thought it made me look like a fat chipmunk.  With cheeks full of nuts. 

Now, I've got a lot of hair -- so even if I spent all day putting my hair behind my ears the back half would fall forward.  Argh. Always in the way!!

So the growing began. 'Course we had moved by this time and the person who had been cutting my hair told me that if I wanted it long, I just shouldn't cut it for a few years.  By the time I found someone with a clue, and realized that the last foot of hair shouldn't be straw, I was in high school.  After that traumatic 12" cut (brought me all the way back to shoulder length) I've been good about a 1/2" or so off every other month.

Now I only have nightmares about having that chipmunk look again!

I also dream of a huge thick braid -- but white, rather than silver.   -- I'm supposed to go white young -- 25 and only a handful so far -- but then I'm blonde, and the little devils may be hiding!

~Briony.

I am about the same age as Rapunzel, and as a little girl, I had very pretty hair, just below shoulder length, chestnut with honey-colored sunstreaks.  Trouble was, my scalp was 'stroadnary sensitive, and my mom really pulled, raking it with a comb from the crown down.  It got to the point where I wouldn't let her near me with any sort of hair implement, actually becoming combative.  So, Dad took over.  He would carefully brush my hair, starting at the ends and working up.  He washed my hair, and before the days of blow driers, he took the bonnet off an old-time drier and used the blower tube in one hand and the brush in the other.  Dad also gave me Tonette perms (anybody remember THOSE?) which gave me a bit of a body wave.

Finally, my mom had it when I was about eleven, and I was hauled before the salon-keeper for the dreaded pixie.  (I will never forgive Mia Farrow or Twiggy either, tho both did later grow theirs out.) Several years later, it was a horrible choppy version of what the local stylist thought was a Dorothy Hamill.  I hated it all.

At 14, I started growing my hair from the Hamill, and despite having to occasionally have it whacked  until all the layers could grow out, I had a shoulder-length bob at 15.  At 17 it was bra-length.  By the time I was 22 it was mid-thigh length and looked so cool when I wore it in two long braids with my cowgirl hat.

Chopped it after my first divorce and regretted it soon afterwards.  I can't stand having my hair in my face, and it seems it's worse with short or medium length.  Easier when its long to either tie it back, sweep it up or flip it behind my shoulder.

When I see myself in dreams, my hair is dark and very long.  I have never felt right during all these years of styled, layered medium-length hair, so I decided to grow and never go back.  It has finally gotten some length now, and I just love it.  I feel more like ME, hooray!  AND I have fun with my LL Stix, and Rapunzel has turned me into a collector of vintage/antique combs and ornaments.  ALL good reasons to never whack again!

When I get to be an old lady, I didn't want to have "helmet hair." You know the monochomatic dyed, curling ironed, teased helmets you see on so many ladies. Plus, it costs a fortune to get good haircuts, and if you color your hair, a good salon color and maintenance costs even more. Home dyeing changes color, and looks so unnatural.

One time I cut it short in frustration because I was using a hair conditioner that just absolutely gunked up all my combs and brushes. I sure regretted that, and began growing it out almost immediately after. I quit using conditioner, and went to a vinegar rinse. I've worn it long ever since.

I admire the older European ladies I see occasionally, who have these beautiful upswept up-do's that I go home and try to copy. I'm looking for a few good chignon construction techniques.
 
I've always believed in WSYWIG, what you see is what you get, about my hair. Natural is beautiful. Long is beautiful. And almost nobody wears a bun any more. I figure an upswept bun is better than a facelift. 

I was hoping to inherit my Mother's prematurely silver hair, but I didn't; my brother did. So, its just plain 'ole gray, about down to my waist. I've glanced through the cookbook, but didn't notice anything there to make grey hair more silver. Anybody got any ideas?

I've always treated my hair like a cashmere sweater.   

I decided seriopusly to let my hair grow right before I was going to cut it really short, but I found this sight and decided I would grow it. My husband is happy that I am letting grow. I am not only growing I am keeping it healthy and it is mostly because of this sight. 

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Music to my ears!!!  :D

My mother had long hair. Her hair was beautiful blue black (natural color) and wavy, she would wear it in a variety of ways. I always wanted hair like my mother's so of course it had to be long.  I never had hair shorter than shoulder length but it wasn't till I was an adult and learned to take better care of it that it really took off and started getting really long.  My hair is now  the longest it has ever been and comes down passed my hips.  Unfortunately to get  my hair to look like my mother's beautiful black hair did I have to enhance my own dark brown color. 

i just never like short hair - one time when we were going to get my hair cut i just decided i wanted my hair to be long and told them only to trim it a little bit - and then just never let it get cut much more than an inch - except when i decided to grow my bangs out (i hated when they were cut - all the hair falling in my eyes making my eyes itch - and when they got to long and were always in my eyes)  - when my bangs got to the point i could put them behind my ears - it was cut on an angle from the end of the bangs down to the rest of my hair - which was kind of annoying - the closest i ever came to layers - so finally when my bangs were long enough i had it all cut to one length and it has been that way ever since