Not everyday is a Wig Day especially when I am at home. Sometimes I wish I could have an out of body experience just to see what it was like to pass me in the hallway or in the kitchen. I think it would probably be weird. LOL But my family is very sweet and doesn't say anything. Unless you count little Glory's "I see your boring hair, Mom!" as a dig but I don't think she means it that way.
As far as Wife #10 is concerned--Not many Hubbies can say that they have been married to someone bald. I really appreciate Brett's patience through this Beauty Disaster of mine. Every once in a while, he will rub my head before we go to bed. I think it's sweet. Since I can't see myself unless I look in a mirror, I forget sometimes that I am folically challenged. I have enjoyed the time saved in my morning get-ready-for the-day routine but I do miss my hair sometimes. Oh well! One more Chemo then we'll be back on the road to hair. Hallelujah! Wigs are for sure fun to try BUT to everything there is a season and I am grateful that this season won't last forever!
Here's the many looks of the Bald Wife:




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