Selling my Hair

June 14th, 2010

selling-my-hairI chopped my hair recently because I got an offer on it. Yes, selling my hair is actually something that I’ve done! I can remember back to the first time I sold my hair about 11 years ago. I had just found out that I was pregnant with my first child, and I was working two jobs to put my husband through college. I was a full-time teacher, and on the evenings and weekends, I worked at a Victorian shop.

Well, one day, a man came up to me and offered to buy my hair for $200. My hair was down to my waist. He told me he was a doll maker, and that my hair would be worth $300 if it didn’t have so many split ends. I asked him to give me five minutes to think about it.

I had always had long hair for as long as I could remember. When I was four, my parents cut my hair short, but other than that, my hair had always been quite long. My husband had never seen me with hair shorter than down to my waist, but I badly needed that money. It was vanity for me to keep my hair when I could make an easy $200. I decided to do it.

I insisted on having the cash in my hand before any snipping took place. He accepted my condition, and he snipped my braid off with a pair of scissors. He said, “Thank you,” and walked away.

My hair was crooked. When I looked into the store mirror, I wondered what my husband would say. We had no cell phones back then (we still don’t), and he was in classes, and the opportunity would have passed if I had waited to ask him.

Later that night when he was back from classes, I called him and told him to come to the store. I wanted to show him something.

When he came in, he just looked at me. I immediately handed him the $200 cash. He said, “There’s a story here.” I told him what happened. After I concluded, I held my breath until I heard him say, “I have a wise wife.” I felt relieved! It reminded me a little of the story, “The Gift of the Magi.” I felt like a character from a literature book.

Ever since then, I have been growing my hair down to my waist and chopping it off. When I was pregnant and nursing for six years, I took prenatal vitamins. My hair was thicker and had fewer split ends. I grew it out twice during that time. Yes, I manufacture hair. Isn’t that funny?

But this time seems different. I finally got a really great haircut. My husband thinks it’s super cute, so maybe I’ll keep it this way. Who knows?

Sherwood Forest and Nottingham

June 12th, 2010

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When I looked at a map of England as a student, I saw the city of Nottingham. I asked a British friend if this was the same Nottingham from Robin Hood, and he said yes. I was determined to go, especially when I saw that there was a real Sherwood Forest nearby.

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Sherwood Forest was not much of a forest. Of course, both times I went, it was early springtime, and the leaves hadn’t come out yet. A statue of Robin Hood fighting Little John can be seen at the entrance to the forest. As I walked along the path, I saw a large oak tree that was over 800 years old. A fence blocked it off so that people wouldn’t carve on it, and it had wooden scaffolding to hold up the heavy branches.

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The town of Nottingham was similar to any other town in England, with a plain-looking, boxy, rectangular castle. It was more like a fort, and it had no turrets. Down the road from the castle was a tourist trap called “Robin Hood Centre,” where the story of Robin Hood is told Disney style, but without the ride. You walk through an indoor path with different scenes displayed on either side of you. I enjoyed it, only because I love the stories of Robin Hood.

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Tintagel and King Arthur

June 11th, 2010

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In a land of cliffs and turquoise waters, at the edge of a land called England, there once lived a king, a magnificent king who had a round table. That king’s name was King Arthur…

tintagel-gateFor anyone who loves the medieval time period, or for anyone who loves literature, I would recommend visiting Tintagel in the southwestern part of England. Yes, I know King Arthur was just a legend, but many legends are based on fact and exaggerated over time, so King Arthur could have actually existed.

Even though this castle is a complete ruin with no real walls, the legend that King Arthur lived there makes it magical. At least one doorway still stands, but mostly you will see something that resembles a floor plan of a castle, barely in 3D because most of the walls are a foot or two high.

Green, grassy cliffs hang over the turquoise waters of the ocean. The waves crash against the black rocks, and caves run along the ocean shore. In the town of Tintagel, you can go to a museum where the legend of King Arthur comes to life. Of course, all the items are based on the books, so they are not reality. But for the literature lover, Tintagel is a fun place to visit.

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The Lake District

June 10th, 2010

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Wordsworth, Coleridge, and many other famous poets lived in the Lake District in the center of England. The grassy mountains have a specific shape to them – they are mostly rounded with a few jagged edges. They are very calming to look at. Beautiful yellow daffodils grow in the wild around the lakes in the spring. No wonder the great British poets were inspired in this location!

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Wordsworth’s cottage is available for tours. Fragrant pink roses crawl up the sides of his white house. Period furniture is arranged how it would have looked when Wordsworth lived there in the early 1800’s. The view from his bedroom window was spectacular, and his desk faced the view. So many of Wordsworth’s poems describe the Lake District, and now I could see what he was talking about with my own eyes.

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Hiking is a fun activity around the mountains and lakes. You can follow set trails, and you can know ahead of time how far each one is, and how difficult. One time a group of four of us got stranded way up on the hills far away from any town. We missed the last bus, and we had to call a taxi to come get us and take us to the nearest town. We split the bill among the four of us, so it wasn’t as bad as we thought it was going to be. You really need to pay attention to the timetables of the public transportation, if that’s how you plan to get around. However, the views from the tops of those mountains and hills far from civilization were absolutely breathtaking and worth every penny of the taxi ride!