My hair doesn’t seem to be ready to fall off yet, but because I knew it would be coming, I went to a hair salon to shave my hair last week. I got sentimental as I thought I would lose hair, which took two years to grow back, again. Yet as it was the third experience, I was surprisingly o.k. to have a skin head, and decided to get a new wig putting away the old one, which I used for three years.
At the store, I tried many: bob, wave, layer, highlight, and even blond one! Of cause the lady at the store gave compliments whatever I tried, saying, “This also looks so natural and you look beautiful! Why don’t you buy two to enjoy the different styles?”
Taking a lot of time, finally I picked one and went to pick it up today.
I don’t have to go to a hair salon to color the gray hair or I don’t have to fix bad hair in the morning. I feel so good with the new wig especially as George liked it on me, and happy, happy, and happy!