Why I love my wigs…

The other day I was at Trader Joe’s checking out. I’d bought beer to have on hand, because it is nice to have beer on hand. The checker asked me if I’d tried that beer…

(me) No, I don’t drink it much I’ve just learned from my husband, these 3 letters “IPA”.

(checker) Well, this is a good one. I bet he’ll like it. If you ever want to surprise him you can mix and match bottles for one six pack and try different kinds.

(me) Awesome, I didn’t know that, I’ll try that sometime! Thanks!

(lady behind me) Oh I love those old kind of Levis!

(me) Button fly, they are my favorites!

(lady) Right! Button fly. They are so cute!

(me) Thanks, you can get them at Fred Meyer, men’s department.

(lady) They still make those?

(me) Yes!

Now neither of these are epic conversations, in fact, quite the opposite…just little interactions, but I love those kinds of little interactions! I didn’t even start either of these, which I frequently do, cause I like to chat with strangers.

But, I can tell you from my experience this last year these would not have occurred if I’d not been wearing my wig. I really believe that. My wig lets me have normal everyday interactions with people and I’ve really, really missed that! I don’t think I even realized I missed that. My wig lets me be a person first, not a “cancer person” (ha ha! right, Nancy???).

I love my wigs! Both of them; Peggy Sue, the red head with the little sassy flip and Janet, the blonde!

Have a lovely weekend!

Love to you all

Janet

PS I'm feeling pretty good, still well, no colds,  crossing fingers and knocking on wood!! Self quarantine seemed to be the trick. More than ready to go hug some babies, though....soon....soon...fair warning, June!