I’ve ranted and raved about my listless locks all my life and they’re about to take revenge by falling out! Normal people would be heartbroken. Me? I say good riddance you wimpy strings of split ends.
I’ve spent thousands of dollars each year trying beef up my baby-fine hair or get back to the color God gave me originally, but no one remembers what that was.
Well, no problem. Marie, Norma and I went wig shopping yesterday and thought we looked so cute we went out and walked the mall cruising for guys (well all but Norma – she’s already got a keeper).
I wore one of mine right out of the store and had a frizz-free day despite the drizzle. Marie bought a scrunchy – which is a kind of extension which works like an pony tail booster. I thought it looked great and it made her a full six inches taller. Norma found a perfect match for her own hair which will come in handy on days she’s running late for a meeting or just too lazy to fool with her hair.
I keep mine beside my lounging chair and when the doorbell rings, I plop it back on and receive my guests looking like I’m ready for a cocktail party. This is the greatest thing since hair spray – which incidentally I won’t be needing any more. Between color, cuts, and other bad hair products, I figure I’ll save about $1000 a year.
A lady at Hobby Lobby made my day when she asked if I got my haircut anywhere around Tupelo. I popped off the wig and she darn near fainted. Oh, boy, this is going to be so much fun.
Cancer is no picnic in the park, but honestly, I must tell you that there have been way more positives than negatives. For starters I learned that people are hot-wired with a huge amount of compassion and kindness which multiplies when a fellow traveler is needing encouragement. It feels like Christmas every day and isn’t that how it should be?