Okay, so pretty much throughout my entire life I have always been in the process of growing my hair out. Trouble is that I always cut it before any point at which you might be able to consider it "long."

Well, here is proof that I finally, after 28 years, grew my hair out. It's the longest it has ever been. And I absolutely hate it! Not that I hate my hair - it really is nice and curly (yes, the long hair picture is all-natural, both in colour and curl). I grew it
out with visions of Evangeline Lilly in my head. And while I am fully aware I am no stranded-on-a-freaky-tropical-island babe, my hair is actually a pretty close match.

The thing is, I just don't like long hair. It's everywhere ... it gets in my mouth and my eyes and my face, it gets caught in backpacks and jackets. And the drain, oh the drain. My husband can testify about the shower drain. At this point I think he'd support me shaving my head if it meant no more clumps of wet, soapy hair that he has to pick out of the drain. In the end I just wear it up all the time, to keep it out of my way. So, I am ready to cut it. Not only because it is driving me nuts, but because I think shorter hair just suits me better. Plus less shampoo, fewer clogged drains, no hair in my mouth and all my hats look better.

However, I have received a few looks of death from some friends and family when I mention my urge to hit the salon (it seems the looks are generally from people with dirty blonde, straight hair). So you tell me: cut it or keep it? You've got one week to cast your vote in the poll below.