Sunday, February 22, 2009

Would You Buy My Hair?

Times are tough, Matt's been trying for two months to find a job with no luck, and we're looking into ways to make money.

Matt's been growing his hair for Locks Of Love, and it's at 11 inches, long enough to cut. So I looked up about SELLING hair instead.

Turns out, selling one's hair is big business. 11 inches can fetch an easy $100-200. So I measured my hair (haven't done that in a while) plus the thickness. I compared it to what the going price is for hair my length.

From the nape of the neck to the ends, it's a little over 40 inches. Thickness is 4 1/2 inches. My hair is what's called "virgin hair," in other words, not colored, not permed or treated in any way, and I despise blow dryers. I don't smoke or do drugs (besides my regular meds) or drink heavily. So that's top dollar hair! Plus it's a "natural color," a shade of brown I always hated because it's sort of plain. Some of you may recall when I dyed my hair blue-black in high school It has a limp curl that kinks up if it's short (why I keep it long). That natural waviness is desirable. You should see Matt's hair! He gets the cutest ringlets

According to sites I looked at, I could fetch $2500-3000 for my hair. WOW! Of course, if I cut it, it will not be that short. I look terrible with short hair. Still, 30 inches will fetch $1000 easy.

So, there is one way of making quick money if we really hit bottom. Right now, things aren't that desperate. Matt's folks are helping a lot. Matt is doing everything possible to find a job, even non-tech jobs, like retail or taxi driver, or even a car salesman! Now he's applying to the police academy, anything to get a steady paycheck. Nothing has worked out yet. I'm trying hard to get well enough to reenter the workforce. My seizures are down, which is making my memory issues less of a problem (seriously, waking up and not knowing who you are is very frightening), and my phobias are getting better, probably because the seizures aren't as bad so I'm not as terrified to go out in public. Man, I really hate agoraphobia!

So, I don't have to be Fantine just yet.
(I wonder how many know that reference?)