My first wig I liked.  I really liked it.  It was a blond wig from Raquel Welch (just the name made me feel – well you know.)  Unfortunately that wig stretched out and would no longer work as a wig.  (How would you like a surfing bonnet on the top of your head slipping and sliding?)  On a positive note, by the time Raquel Welch wig was no longer useful, gray hair had begun to return.  Okay, no problem.  It was good to have hair again.  New hair was okay.  Bonita my sweet hairdresser was afraid to color my hair.  She said she liked the gray hair. ”Try not to be so vain,” I told myself.  “This is who you are.”  I accepted gray hair, and enjoyed having hair.

Then came the need for another wig.   This time I was as bald as a newborn rat.   I headed straight to Mimi’s Wigs to get a new covering for my bald head.  You see this coming.  They no longer carry that Raquel Welch wig at Mimi’s Wigs.  Why do they discontinue things I like?  Boo-Hoo!  Says I to myself, “I will accept gray hair and buy a gray wig.”  It was fine, but…gray.  Super Sister loved that wig, and I knew it was the hair my mother would have always wanted me to have.  To be honest, I began to appreciate gray wig, until that fateful day.

Here is how it happened.  Shakespeare on the bedside chest in the bedroom or angel on the built-in chest on my side of the world in our bathroom wears my wig.  I don’t have to have one of those ugly styrofoam heads taking up room on the counter.  Also, I put dirty clothes on the top of the bathroom chest on their way to the laundry room.  Here is what I think happened.  For whatever reason, wig falls off angel’s head.  Wig gets in with dirty clothes.  Wig gets thrown into the washer.  Wig gets washed in the washing machine.  Wig gets thrown into the drier.  Wig gets dried in the drier. (Doom, Despair, and Agony on me!)  It was/is not a pretty site.  Polyester hairs are glued and matted together.  Honestly, the pictures do not begin to show you how bad gray wig looks.  I guess you could say gray wig has been to wig hell and back and has the scars to prove it.

Of course, this happened on a day when I had a major party to attend.  I went with a cap on my head, and was bummed for a while.  Then I was thankful for blessed friends that love me no matter what.

After the party, I headed straight to Mimi’s for a new wig.  I was so tramatized, I told them to just find me something cute.  This is what I got.  Blond and flipped.  It has been fun.

Mimi’s wants gray wig.  It would be a teaching tool on what NOT to do. For the time being, I can’t give it away.  Why?  Lord only knows.  I guess it is because we have been through so much together, and it makes me laugh.  I know, I am such a dork.

Blessings to you and yours,

P.S.:  This time new hair is coming back a different color of gray, and it is not a very pretty color.  Even Bonita suggested we really needed to color my hair.  She thought it was worth the chance that it would not fall out, and then she said, “I guess you won’t be any worst off if it all falls out.”  Isn’t that funny?  Must be a BAD color!  Thank goodness it didn’t fall out from the color in the tube.