Things you never imagined you'd do!

Losing all your hair and buying a wig is definitely on the top of the list... right up there with meeting Harrison Ford and Pierce Brosnan - although meeting either of them would be much more pleasurable but certainly not as funny. However, choosing a 'cranial prosthesis' (no, I'm not kidding) is definitely more fun with your daughters in tow as critics. It is slightly depressing when they look better in the lids than you do but 30 years does make a difference. However, Wanda the Wig and I are now companions. She's still resting comfortably in her box and I walk by it each time thinking 'will I or won't I' try it on. Trust me, having natural hair as short as a Jack Russel does not make it easy when choosing a replacement. Most 'hair alternatives' - why they just can't call it a wig or a hairpiece is beyond me - either look like what the old lady down the street used to wear to church or are trying to imitate JLo. Hmmm, not for me. However, Wanda does take me back to the not-so-long-ago when I actually did wear my hair slightly longer and, blissfully, minus the gray. She definitely needs a trip to the groomer for a clip and I have to remember to get the ear pieces on right or I'll look a bit like Cousin IT. Haven't donned it for Dave yet, though if he laughs or gives me one of those 'looks' I'll make him wear her! I actually looked pretty good with her on my noggin wearing Kathleen's glasses but I couldn't see 4 feet so I may have to invest in a new, jazzier pair to complement Wanda to the max. Kathleen demanded her specs back, selfish kid. Well, probably another 10 days or so until I do the the 'GI Jane' buzz and escort Wanda to her deserved spot as my cranial companion. I'm sure we'll have many lovely moments to share... if only I can figure out a way to keep her lashed to my lid with the top down on my car. More to come....