Does anybody else collect hair?

OP, I'VE GOT YOUR DOG! I'VE GOT YOUR DOG!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, you are a "fucling weirdo"

I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR DOG'S LITTLE NECK IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE, OP!

That's Fucking Weirdo to you!!

Do you smell burnt almonds?

I'll save mine for you, weirdo.

Here (hair?) you go.

No,but I collect skin.

Fucking creeper OP.

whose hair?

i have seen artworks in galleries hand woven out of human hair.

i have also seen Victorian Remembrances, where they take locks of the hair of loved ones, and make floral designs and put them under glass.

OP, that is kinda weird. I would only share that in an anonymous internet forum, cause everyone else gonna think you a serial killer!

The secret to the 1940s Victory Roll 'do was saving the shed hair from a brush or comb until you had enough to stuff into a hairnet and make a rat, which added volume.

Beyond creepy...yikes.

Just my pube garden in the corner of the bathroom

Kevin?

I collect my cats' whiskers. A friend of mine did this and I thought it was weird. I kept them in a jar on my windowsill, but the cleaners through them away. Now I keep the jar in a cupboard, but it only has one whisker.

Something to do with the hair you collect from your brush; does anyone remember "Trump your cat"?

No, I don't have a hair collection, Op, but yours sounds delightful.

I do have a celebrity booger collection. Well, actually it's a collection of rolled up bits of rubber cement (so booger like!) pinned to a board with celebrity names underneath, each one on a little tag.

No, but I have a skin ball made from peeling sun burned skin. Or I had when I was 12 until my brother shamed me into throwing it away.

***shivers***

I collect my fuckbuddies pubes. Yes I’m a weirdo what can I tell you.

I have a little box of my deceased long-haired cat's fur. Sometimes I touch it and smell it. Miss him so much.

That's how I started out. Of course I stored my hair on some bald dolls and well the rest is history

My great grandmother who did a lot of sewing, embroidery, and crochet work made a pin cushion by using her own hair as the stuffing. It's like a small 6" x 12" pillow with beautiful lacing around the edge. My sister still has it with her own sewing materials, all the old pins and needles intact. I wonder if hair was a common thing to use as stuffing for small pillows back in the olden days?

Can I have your hair stuffing?

I think it was common, used for things like posters above have mentioned. I remember reading something set in the late 1800's (written at the time or shortly after, not modern historical fiction) and a woman was given a set of stuff that would go on a vanity as a gift. It included a brush and comb as you'd expect and something called a 'receiver' I believe, which was to put your shed hair in.

Wasn't there a Project Runway contestant whose thing was using human hair instead of fur to adorn his garments?

No, but I save my toenail clippings.

'Collect' isn't the right word...

R27 Saving toenail clippings is very common in European countries. It has something to do with warding off evil. Something about the clippings being used by your enemies to put a curse on you. I remember a scene from The Sopranos when Tony visited Italy that was specific about it.

Do you have a collection of Hair Receivers to collect your hair?

Or maybe you use the saved hair to construct tableaux?

OP, do you smell burned toast?

[quote]“I have a Ziploc bag full of hair”, Flowers revealed to the newspaper’s Radar magazine. “I’ll grow five or six days growth, make sure that the sink is dry, use an electric razor, catch it in the sink, and then I’m able to just scoop it into the bag!”

[quote]“It’s a lot of hair!” he added. “But it’s compacted. And it doesn’t smell. It’s all black but about half way up you start to see some greys. I don’t know what to do with it yet. It means something.

Well I never in all my life!

Oops

R32 [quote] do you smell burned toast?

No, just smelling cookies.

About ten years ago a young cat of mine called Maggs died of leukemia. I was heartbroken; he was special, but doomed from the start. The vet figured he had received the disease from his mother as a young kitten, and he had not been really well his entire short life. He was a gorgeous tuxedo cat. When he died, I found a small box, and into it I put one of baby teeth that he had shed, one of his whiskers, and a clipping of his fur. I figure a lot of cat owners do the same thing. I put him in a sturdy container, and buried him in the back yard, just behind the house.

...And, as a postscript, I'm going to tell this story: One of the other cats, Seth, had been his special friend. Seth was a tuxedo cat as well, but also a Manx cat. Last summer, we surmised that his time was limited, due to a couple of health problems he had, so we decided that we would let him out to roam around the yard, supervised, of course. He could have gone anywhere, but he trotted over to the place where I had buried Maggs, sat down directly onto the grave, and looked up at us with a self-satisfied smirk. When Seth died, I buried him alongside his old companion. It was the least I could do.

Burn it all before the voodoo witches get it and cast you under hunny.