World's Greatest Shave - the countdown is on...

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So, I've decided to participate in the World's Greatest Shave.  I'm registered and have some jolly wonderful sponsors - thanks to those fabulous individuals that have donated and/or pledged a donation. 

Every now and then I get a bit nervous!  What am I going to look like with a short fuzz of hair crowning my head?  Will I reach my goal?  Will I get stared at?   Blah, blah, blah... 

And then... I'm excited by the prospect.  Especially when I get a new sponsor or pledge, they spur me on, put a smile on my face, increase my determination.  What quirky headgear can I wear to counteract the nakedness?  How good I will feel to know, that I have made a difference, even if it is just a little bit. 

The good fund raising ideas swirl around in my brain, putting them into action is another thing.  Tonight I popped over to my local shopping centre.  One raffle prize, two contacts and one outright no - I have but started!  Tomorrow I will be following up with the Woolworths store manager, wish me luck - I'm hoping for a positive outcome.  Centre Management want me to leap hurdles set at a suitable height to make my legs stretch but I am determined.  

Slowly, ever so slowly I am striving towards my $5000 goal.  Only two months to go, fingers crossed the dollars roll in.  Thanks to my wonderful work colleague 'Chocolate Eaters' who are supporting me as only chocolate eaters could - by 'eating' chocolate.  

The irony is that I actually like my hair as it is... Easy care, wash and wear, scrunched up curls - such a nice change from the ever painful task of straightening the strands to a smooth, sleek style.  

The idea is to 'go natural'.  That is - once the pruning has been accomplished, my hair will be left to grow naturally - by that I mean no dye!  Heaven forbid, it is going to be a shock, so get prepared for the salt and pepper silver grey that I feel certain will grow lustily from my hair follicles.  

Can I do it?  Who knows, but that is the plan.  Please be kind.


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