rachelOn Monday, I went wig shopping with Gene, Danielle and Shawn (my amazing hair stylist), and it wasn’t as fun as I had anticipated.  I thought we would go to a wig shop where there would be lots of wigs and I would try them on and then maybe have to order a different color.  Not so much.  There were five wigs on the wall, and all looked a bit — sad.  The lady handed us about six catalogues and dozens of hair samples to match to my hair.  I readjusted my thinking and started flipping through the books and then I froze.  My brain said, “This is too hard.”  I whispered to Shawn, “Help me.”  I could tell by his face that he knew I wasn’t joking around.  I kept a smile on my face and tried to joke around, but everything was falling flat.  And thank God Gene was there.  While the rest of us were looking a little lost, Gene promptly picked out two styles of wigs and Shawn loved them.  I simply couldn’t process them.

Part of the problem in picking out a style is that the model for all of the wigs was Raquel Welch.  On my best day, I don’t resemble Raquel.  So putting my face under her auburn hair just didn’t click for me.  I’m pretty sure she looks good in anything, and I don’t have auburn hair.
 
Shawn and Danielle were able to color match my hair pretty well and so that part was easy.  Danielle and Gene were great at deciding on the fine details.  I had a great team with me.  I did manage to get out of there without crying, but had tears streaming down my face when we got in the car.  Fortunately, only Gene was with me at that point.  He gets all the awful jobs.
 
On the up side, we decided to turn this appointment around and do something truly fun.  For the past ten or so years, I have admired a glass head in Shawn’s shop.  It makes me smile every time I see it.  I figure why buy a Styrofoam head stand at $45 or more when I can get a decorator piece for $19!  We went to Pier 1 and purchased a glass head to use as a wig stand.   It is a bottle green glass head that is hollow.  It has the advantage of being heavy so it won’t fall over in the night.  Can you imagine how freaked Dolly dog would be if my head fell over and wig hit the floor next to her?  She might never recover! 

The sales lady carefully wrapped the glass head in tissue paper and we left with our purchase.  I smiled as Gene walked through the parking lot swinging the bag.  He gently placed it in the back seat and I snickered.  As soon as he turned the first corner, it started rolling around the back seat.  Gene said, “Don’t lose your head,” and we laughed.  It continued to roll until I reached around and tossed my purse on top of it.  When we got home, Gene said, “I’ve got your head.”  If only it were true!

I told Gene that we needed to name it if it was going to be sleeping in the same room with us.  When the Vinton Breast Cancer Survivors group dropped off a care package that included this stocking cap, I couldn’t resist putting it on the glass head.  And then it came to me.  From this moment on, she will be known as “Raquel.”

I leave for my first chemo appointment in a few minutes.