Marge Simpson's got nothing on me
Fearing I’d never have any appreciable amount of hair again, especially considering how little growth I had during my year off from chemo, I decided to buy a wig. There were thirty some styles to choose from in an equal amount of colors and they all looked good and natural on the model. I was as excited about the arrival of the head covering as if I were a kid waiting for Christmas. Finally it got here and oh dear lord, it is absolutely horrible. If it were bright yellow I’d look exactly like Harpo Marx. It’s hideous. I guess my head just isn’t shaped correctly for a fancy wig. With my own hair most of my attempts at haute coiffure has been to use different colored rubber bands in my pigtails. I also was surprised by how bouffantish it is. It certainly didn’t look that puffy in the catalog. However, should I choose to not return it but wear it instead I’ll be over six feet tall. Cool!