Gettin' Wiggy With It

I have been intending to go to one of these 'Look Good Feel Better' sessions for a while. Women diagnosed well after me have been there and told me I should go. If I was going to do the anti- chemo face and hair foofing I figured it should be before I finished the treatment. 

Lairy and I arrived fashionably late to find a mirror and a selection of personal face products to use and take home. The  mirror also magnifies but none of us took them up on that offer. Seriously?

 They cleansed and moisturised us- all very by the book- and talked about how we should apply the "c and v" of  eyeshadow when we look in the mirror to do morning make up. Bless! This is the woman, right here, who may or may not have had a jamie top under her jumper and above her ugh boots that very morning at school drop off. I had a strong resistance to the dark grey eye shadow they had given me because, let's face it, chemo grey eye shadow I don't need.
BUT I learnt some things I didn't know about applying the ol' pancake. I may even wear a bit some days now because it did make me feel better and we laughed!  In a room full of bald and balding women of various ages we did not speak of our diagnoses or treatments or sad bits but we did have fun.

 Not being a wig wearer, I made it my mission to try on as many of those hairy friends as possible in the allocated time. The above is the one the wig fitter chose for me which is, strangely, not unlike my own old hair. Then we just got into impersonation mode.

 'Julia Rowboats as Tinkerbell' hair....

 Thunderbird hair like nobody I know....

 Pure mean 'Pat the Rat' flash to the future hair.....

 This is my oncologist with the very well groomed hair. Now I know where she got it....

 The Bob Downe hair finished the session and it was all most entertaining and reinforced for me that I am a beanie girl. There are, after all, advantages to the hairless noggin:

*There is the delicious pleasure of a long hot shower at any time of the day or night. Pat dry and apply beanie.
*Getting up and showering, dressing and beanie-ing in five minutes flat to be completely ready.
*The potential power to embarrass my children into submission in a mall by the brief but effective removal of the beanie. This has not been needed yet but their disapproval when I tried on my latest one out in the open was enlightening. Months ago I was hiding in the dressing room at City Beach with the door shut but no more, my cherubs! Mummy is out!
*Savings on hair shampoo and electricity washing and drying the mop.
*When I get out of my suburb I do like to drive without headwear with the window down. Feels SO good.
*The ability to disarm a road rager overtaking me on the Sunshine Coast motorway with just my bald head and a vapid smile. BOOYA!
*Smiling on the inside at my boy's choice of helmet as he tries to subliminally look like his mama. See how his eyes light up when he sees me or maybe that was the $900 BMX that he will NEVER own.

 *There is also the pleasant sensation of the winter sun basting my melon out the front of the house. Just wear your glasses if you drop in because it is a shiny white sucker and will sizzle your retinas in a trice.