Well I don't know how the weather is where you are but it is hecka gloomy in College Station. Slightly depressing but who can ever say no to rain? Especially in Texas. I just wish it was pouring instead of sprinkling. Oh well! Here's to a hopefully good week!
Memory #69
I think this might be my last hair memory...unless something else pops into my brain that is worth telling. I apologize but I think these have been some pretty fun memories. I hope you can agree. Well this is basically a continuation of the wig story. My mom made the best of the fact that she didn't have any hair. She would always brag that she didn't really need to shave anymore or pluck her eyebrows. When she was on Chemo she would also brag that she got to pee pink and sometimes even blue. (We had these kind of conversations a lot) Things that would make people sorry about their lives she made into something worth bragging about. Including the ability to change out her hair whenever she felt like it. She soon grew tired of just wearing the ever so elegant Samantha wig and decided that it was time she had options to choose from to match her mood for the day.
She soon had about four to choose from. Not joking. She would line them all up on their stands on top of the TV cabinet as if they were on display. Every morning my mom after my mom had done her makeup and picked out her outfit she would stand in front of the television and say, "What hair shall I wear today?" or sometimes (If we were lucky) we got to choose her hair for her. As strange as that sounds. She had her fancy wig (Samantha wig) for her nice occasions and when she was feeling extra pretty, the 'fun wig' which was a dark but vibrant red wig that she wore when she was feeling sassy and fun, the short wig for when she was feeling spunky and didn't want to deal with hair, then she had some other extra pieces that she could put into a pony tail or curl for when she was just not in the mood to be wearing a wig. She ended up wearing her spunky wig most of the time, because she was obviously one spunky lady. I have a lot of memories of sitting on the edge of her bathtub helping her with the decision of picking out her hair for the day, so many that the thought of it seems completely normal to me now.
Love Always,
Erin
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