Who Wears it Better?
By Tuesday, I had experienced 5 days of life with no hair. But I just wasn't able to make myself walk out the door in this wig. In fact, I was getting downright jealous of my decorated wig stand, Betty-Lou. She was rockin' the wig, so much better than me!
I couldn't get it on right. It was too poofy. It felt like it was going to blow off. And I felt like a Dallas Housewife. Except maybe the wig needed more volume to pull that off.
So after I returned from chemo yesterday, I called Anita, at Salon Prive and she'd had a cancelation. She was the recommended stylist who can work wig miracles, when it's right on your head. So, I tossed that wig on and put on big sunglasses to hide. I told Don to wish me luck that I didn't arrive and find a stylist with big poofy Texas hair.
Anita's purple hair could have worried some, but I loved it. She was confident and swift as she thinned and trimmed. (I'd been told she worked like Edward Scissorhands!)
My expression looks goofy, but I felt more at home in my wig, when we finished. I had a few bangs, that will be a comfort when/if I lose eyebrows and lashes. She even trimmed up my half wig that goes under hats.
And best of all, I can return as my hair starts to grow back. Anita is not just a wig stylist, most of her clients have hair. She also has lots of tricks for helping with new hair growth and finding flattering short hair cuts that will work. Whew, one more thing to check off my list!
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!