Not to brag or anything, but it is August and I’m sitting at a lake in Minnesota and the temperatures are in the 60’s during the day and low 50’s at night. My only complaint is that it is too cool to get into the water. Poor me. Steven has traveled with us to be my handler. Seems I’m not to be trusted to stay out of trouble on my own. He is good company, so I’m not complaining.
My hair continues to grow slowly and I would estimate that it is about half an inch long now. I find myself a bit surprised by how slowly it is growing — not that I’m complaining. Any hair is better than no hair! I just would have expected it to be longer by now. The hair that I have is very thick, like my old hair, and wavy, not like my old hair. I plan to enjoy whatever comes in and give my stylist free reign over styles for the next year.
One thing that I have noticed about this stage in my hair growth is that people look at me differently now. When I was bald, people were very, very nice to me. I tried not to take too much advantage of it, but you have to have a little fun! Now that I have very short hair, people will look at me like they are trying to decide if I’m recovering from cancer or if this is a “personal lifestyle” choice. It is amusing and I find myself wondering if I have mistakenly judged other people by their appearance in the past.
The way I see it, I can either wear a hat/scarf/ wig, or I can walk confidently with my head held high and let them think what they want. I choose the latter. Of course, if it gets any colder (can’t help but rub it in!), I may opt for the hat.