In order to drill the 2 holes in my head, during DBS, my entire head will be shaven.Today I went with my friend Haya to look for a wig.
Haya wears wigs all the time, so I chose her to accompany me into The City. She generously gave me one of her precious days off during the school holidays; another of my special friends.
As you know, my hair is very curly, and sort of my trade mark, so I was hoping for a curly wig. But curly wigs are hard to come by.
Diane, my neighbour and wig fitter, took one look at my curls, and said, "time for a change." I knew then that I would be walking out with straight hair.
We started short, and ended up long. The short ones made me look older. The long ones younger. I also wanted a long one to hide any sign of the leads that may show through my neck.
Finally we found one I liked. I was just about to have the fringe cut out of my eyes, when Diane shouted, "what about this one?" She produced a slightly darker and longer wig than the last one, and that was it.
Haya and I could not get over how much I look like my sister, (also named Diane).
Afterward I went to Ripponlea to do some food shopping, and felt at home with the shaiteled women there.
I sent Yon this photo; his answer?
"What a spunk. Don't tell my wife that we slept together."
Thanks Yon, but I know you prefer me with curly hair.
But straight hair is better than no hair.....