I’m not totally bald, but my hair is thinning a lot. I’m basically rocking the Benjamin Franklin look. Except he had more hair in the back than I do.
My mom and sister Laura went with me to buy some new hair. This was a few weeks ago I’m behind on blog entries.
We had an appointment and the women said we should pick out 5 or 6 for me to try on. My mom did not pick the one her hand is next to in the photo.
They even had men’s wigs.
The reject wigs were hysterical. I almost fell off my chair laughing at this one.
But then we found the perfect one. My mom picked this one and I thought no, but once on my head I loved it. My mom really does know what looks best on me.
It’s a high end wig which means not only was it expensive, it is a lot more comfortable than the ones you wear at Halloween.
My dad liked it
So did my nephew Casey when we took him out for bday drinks. I’m drinking a mocktail in this photo.
The medical assistant I see every week at the hospital to take my vitals asked me yesterday if I dyed my hair a new color. I was able to tell him, no. I got all new hair.