My hair is the longest it's ever been and I do love it. My mom is very emotionally attached to my long hair. About once every two weeks my hair looks exactly the way I want it to. Typically it looks like a giant frizzy bush not beautiful formed locks of curls.
Meg has two purposes in life: put everything in her mouth and pull my hair. Somedays throwing it in high bun on the top of my head helps get it out her hands but then have a friz halo that I can't control.
Lastly I am like a Saint Bernard...my hair is constantly shedding EVERYWHERE!
I wish I could make my long hair work and maybe in a few years I will grow it all back but I think the time to do a major chop.
Haven't made up my mind yet.