This is me, currently. I took the photo last night. I was really cold, especially my head and neck, so I was wearing a fake fur neck wrap thingy. I never realized how much Barky kept me warm until I lost her. I sent the photo to a friend of mine and he answered “it doesn’t look that bad!” and he’s right…from the front, with minimal lighting, with it all slicked back instead of sticking up like a short-haired troll doll, it looks “not that bad”. But what he couldn’t see, and what you can’t see, is how thin it is, how much is missing, how terrible it looks from any other angle. I look like a poor Slavic 60s-eras grandmother. 😀 My face and head were not made for short hair or turbans.
I find I don’t care so much about the roots showing, the silver badge of my actual age. I can’t decide if I should just leave it alone and not color it if it grows back, or not. My hairdresser says that white/gray hair looks thinner, as you can often see your scalp through it more easily, and coloring it will help make it look more “there”. I went yesterday and had her trim it again, so it’s only around an inch long now in the back and only about 2 inches long on the top and sides…what is there, that is, which isn’t saying much. She tried really hard to see if there was any new growth, and even to take photos but it was really hard to tell. She said it looked like there was about a centimeter (about 1/3 of an inch) of new growth (with no color at the tips), which is promising. I’ve made a new appointment with her for a month from now, and we’ll see.
Tonight is our annual AIC Halloween party for adults. I’m going even though I don’t really want to because I’m not feeling very social. But I’ve already promised to drive 2 other members, and I’ve got my costume ready, and I just need to pop my appetizer into the oven 20 minutes before I’m ready to leave. I’ve asked Anders several times if he wants to go but he just shakes his head at me. I’m going as an old-style Hollywood star complete with pink chiffon shirt, pink turban, pink shawl, countless long strings of pearls (one of which is real, from my grandmother), elbow-length white satin gloves, lots of sparkly bracelets and clip-on earrings (also from my grandmother), and huge round sunglasses (courtesy of Theo). I have a long fake cigarette holder as well, but I think I’ll leave that here, since I don’t want to be holding it all night or keeping track of it. I have enough with everything else.
Mood: resigned
Music: Alex Amor—Time to Smile