Although I've been very happy with my bandanas and turbans, I thought I may as well take advantage of the NHS' generosity and get myself a wig. So today, with the children in tow and the very lovely L for honest opinions (the uglier the truth the truer the friend, after all), I had myself fitted for a wig.
I tried on quite a few and had a lot of laughs along the way. The styles were quite varied, to say the least. I had decided quite early on though that I would choose a style and colour quite different to what I normally have: very dark, long, and wavy. And although I did waiver over the hair colour, with the help of L and the wig lady I did go for it: so on Friday, I have a short, straight, BLONDE wig to pick up.
There will certainly be no questions about carpets matching curtains (pardon me) as there is no way I could ever pass for a natural blonde - I am Asian after all. I suppose I can confidently say that the only natural blonde Filipinos out there must carry an albino gene. But! I may as well have fun with it. Cancer isn't a bag of laughs after all, so I should take it when and where I can find it.