snip, snip, snip

The urge was killing me, the excitement was filling me up, the combination was death. The moment of the big hair cut was approaching quickly. The hair crept below my chest and got in the way constantly. My hair was twenty inches long and ready to get cut off. The enormous decision to cut off thirteen inches was a feat but deciding to donate all thirteen inches wasn't even an option, I had to do it.
Surprisingly the second thought that popped into my mind was the fact that I had no idea who would want a redheaded wig?! As I have said numerous times, the red pigmentation isn't sought after in many ages in American society; but I still decided to complete the feat after all.
I opened the creaky door to Salon Trisse and let my heels click across the cherry tinted floor as my heart was beating fast wondering if this was the right decision.
My hairdresser, Kylie, put my excess hair into a ponytail and asked in a calming voice if I was sure about this catastrophic decision. I looked at her in the mirrors reflections and reassured her that I wanted to help someone by giving them a fiery red wig.
My heart began beating fast, my palms began to sweat, my mom was fidgeting with her keys, and the snipping began. The five snips of the freshly sharped scissors sliced across my thick red locks and my hair fell into Kylie's hands. She handed me the ponytail and I put it into an envelope labeled with an address to Locks for Love. I felt great after accomplishing a task that is often not sought after.
After the continuous snipping and thinning of my hair my haircut was complete. I felt great, and even looked great. The red tint of my hair shined with the augmentation of Kylie's hair products and let my hair truly shine.