I still can’t wear my real wig. You know how sometimes the tag in the back of a shirt can just be so itchy and annoying? It feels like the whole inside of my wig is made up of little tags.
So today I wore a green hat that I knit last week. Remember the red one on Brian? (or maybe I emailed out that photo… might have been pre-blog 🙂 I knit a green one just like it. I decided to wear it today because it matches my shirt and it is NOT hot and NOT itchy. Well, my children are NOT proud of me. I think it’s the first time they’ve ever been truly embarrased to be seen with me.
First I wore it to walk Danny to school. One little girl stopped me in the hall and asked me, “Lady, is that a wig?” When I told her it was, she was visibly relieved. It got worse in the drive through line at McDonalds… I ordered at the speaker, waited my turn, pulled up to window number one, and the guy just STARED. I handed him my money and it took him forever to stop staring at me and give me my change. At window number two, I was tempted to just take it OFF after the lady looked at me, then looked at the manager standing beside her… then they both looked at me, then back at each other… I ended up having to ASK them to hand me my lunch! But then, before I even got my window closed, the first guy from window number one came to window number two just to make sure that they both had noticed my hair…
I’m totally past the point where I can go without something on my head… I no longer look like a mom with a short buzz cut… I look like a person with some sort of terrible disease or something. There are thin spots, bald spots, and regular spots… but I’ll tell you this, next time somebody makes fun of my hat, it’s COMING OFF!