Bad hair days are the norm for me. Because of health issues and medications added to heredity, my hair became baby fine and began thinning in my forties. My first step was to dye it to try to thicken the hair shaft (I went red which was fun but not the best look for me). Finally I returned to being a blond and went short-short as I was told that’s the best style for women with thinning hair. It was a good move. It works most of the time — but boy, does it ever take effort.
My mom has worn a wig since she was younger than I am now, but my claustrophobia kicks in when I try to wear a wig. And they itch! Doesn’t the itch drive other people nuts the way it does me? I think I’ll take up wearing hats instead. Maybe I’ll get really crazy with them. I’m a writer, after all. I can be eccentric if I choose. People almost expect it, right?
My daughter sent me an email full of adorable baby photos, and when I came to this one (below on left), I burst out laughing. It’s me! It’s totally my hair! LOL! Okay. I give up. I am definitely entering my second childhood.
