The average interval between Full Moons is about 29.5 days, whilst the length of an average month is roughly 30.5 days.
On average, there will be 41 months that have two Full Moons in every century, so you could say that once in a Blue Moon actually means once every two-and-a-half years.
And it has been many a blue moon since I have had short hair. I do mean short. Yesterday, I did indeed donate my long hair to Locks of Love (they make wigs for children with cancer). I have been growing my hair long (must be at least 10" in a ponytail) for this. As I mentioned earlier, my hair was getting too long even for this Leo lady. What I had neglected to take into account in this plan was the fact that in reality, I needed to grow my hair longer than 10 inches if I wanted to leave my hair at a length for which I am more comfortable or prefer. (Ooops. Linear details--not my forte'.) However, I did not want to wait more months to grow my hair longer to leave it longer--it was time. I was as prepared as I could be -- prayed up and consciously breathing.
Randi, the salon owner stepped in to rescue Anna and I because we were getting squirrely with the ramifcations and measuring details. Randi braided my hair in a ponytail and measured the requisite ten inches. She then advised me I had enough to donate but I would be left with very short hair-- "a bob" was the phrase she used. (tiny gulp) Yet I knew it was the right time to do this to reflect the transformations I was fostering. "Are you ready?" I took as deep a breath as a true Leo can at a moment like this, and said "yes". And then, what felt like two large snips later, there was this hairpiece she handed me. Dare I look in the mirror? (That may not have been my smartest move as my hair reflected the shock of the action with my little hairs sticking out in either protest or hurrah). Anna assured me that once she cut my hair (what the hell was that that Randi just did?) it would look adorable. There was no turning back now, so I decided to practice what I preach and choose to know that it would look adorable; and I was even willing to really like it short and think it was the "bee's knees" (that phrase sounded perfect for the bob that was about to stare back at me in the mirror).
Few people understand the Leonine mane. I reallllly love feeling my hair on my shoulders or down my back. It is interesting to have such open space there now. Anna told me that my healthy hair was even happier with this cut and it would grow in better, too. A fresh start. A visual reflection of the newness and changes I am choosing to demonstrate from the inside out.
Don was a bit startled by it when he got home last night--as will most people be when they see me, no doubt. " Hi, my Pixie." What I know is that my hair grows quickly, and I knew that in order to have the length of hair for which I would be comfortable for the wedding, I had to cut it now. Room to grow, as they say. Well, it is almost summer and hey, what are baseball caps for if not for this?
I'm thinking I now need a whole new wardrobe and jewelry. New earrings and necklaces to show off all the extra skin that is showing. I think I should have shorter skirts and a fringe dress, dance the charleston, roll down my stockings while talking in a higher-pitched voice. Either that, or get cast in a road tour of "Thorougly Modern Millie" where wardrobe is provided.
Wonder if my mom (Dixie) will recognize me (Pixie) tomorrow?