For this trip through chemo, Wendy decided that, while hats were wonderful, she would be open to new experiences and try a wig. So Friday morning we made the journey to visit the Hair Prosthesis Lady.
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Harvey
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Harvey
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