My close friends and family know I've lost a lot of my hair because of some health issues (not the life threatening kind) and so I wear wigs. I've gotten used to it and now I love the convenience and variety of it. But living in windy West Texas, I always feared the rig blowing off my head. It finally happened yesterday.
I left work and walked outside to a raging wind. Since both my hands were full I wasn't holding on to my "hair" as usual in that situation. Off it came and blew away from me so fast I knew I'd never be able to retrieve it. I threw my purse and, Heaven be praised, it whacked that rug right down to the ground before it blew into the street. I couldn't put it back on fast enough.
We Baby Boomers have to learn to laugh at these getting older issues. What are you dreading? It might not be as bad as you thought:)
P.S. Looking for a new style...these were interesting. What do you think?
