Hair, Glorious Hair...

(sung to the tune of "Food, Glorious Food" from Oliver!)

Alternative title: "I Never Realized I Was This Shallow"

Well, as those of you I've been chatting with know, what I've been obsessing over lately is the whole losing-my-hair thing.

I've done polls on Young Survival to see what other people have done. (Choices: let it fall out, cut it off themselves, have a significant other cut it off, have a professional cut it off or have a party. The most popular choices are significant other or party!)

I bought my wig weeks ago so I could get used to looking at it.

I've whined about it to my husband. And to other people.

And, this weekend, I got THE TRANSITION HAIRCUT. Basically, the advice I received is that it's a lot easier (and neater) to handle the falling out part if your hair is shorter. It also gives me an idea of what it'll look like when it's growing back in. So, I got it cut short. Really short. And, if I do say so myself, it looks sort of cute. (Actually, I go back and forth between thinking it makes me look young and hip to thinking it makes me look like an aging gym teacher.)

Since I can't very well show up at work with inch-long, salt-and-pepper hair one day and come in a week or so later with a shoulder-length, red-highlighted bob (the wig style), I've decided to start wearing the wig to work. (I mean, I could do that, but then it would be kind of alarmingly obvious I was wearing a wig and I was sort of hoping to keep this a little lower profile.) So, I started wearing the wig. And, so far, the response has been good. I even got one "You look beautiful!" In fact, the response has been so good I'm starting to think my old hairstyle/color really wasn't that flattering and no one had the heart to tell me!

Anyway, I can't believe I've spent this much time thinking, talking, fretting, stewing, etc. about my HAIR. I'm starting to feel REALLY shallow. So, with any luck, this will be my last post on it.

At least for awhile.