I don't need hair to be beautiful

Hair loss is annoying.  I find hair everywhere.  Literally.

Last night while I was making dinner I saw it on my shoulders, on the counter top and decided it had to go.

So, with my trusty hubster by my side, we set to cut the hair as close to my scalp as possible.  We did a fine job.  There are "patches" missing here and there--but I find it amazing how much hair is still there to fall out.

Once the hair was removed I put on my wig and walked out to show my family.  They were quite shocked to see how much I looked like myself.  And I can't see wearing it tons, not yet anyway...I have made a hair appointment--the bangs are too long and will become quite frustrating.

I have become accustomed to wearing hats--I have several now in my arsenal, a fancy hat, a doorag, a knitted toque, and a buff.

Today while visiting with a friend she told me I could take off my toque--which I did, it was getting itchy.  The wind came up and felt just so good on my head.

I picked up Melissa and Janelle from Fort Rodd Hill and with the windows down I exclaimed, "that feels so good, the wind in my hair!"

Laughter.  Peels of laughter.

I do still have some hair--it is continually falling out, but I am finding the good in this too.  I don't need hair to be beautiful.