sick!
by GinafishMy goodness! I thought I’d be blogging more in February! For the shortest explanation possible: everyone except my husband has been sick, sick, sick!
And since no one really likes to read the particulars, we’ll just leave it at that. 
I have a couple of things I’d LOVE to blog about but they’ll have to wait. In time they will be revealed.
I got a new haircut today, I’m not sure I luuuvv it. My hairdresser said my hair is thinning. Yikes! I already have short hair, baby fine, limp, etc. etc. etc. So I guess I need to see my doctor in case it’s something hormonal. Did I ever tell you about the time after my kids were born? I totally started losing my hair, like a receding hairline thing. My hormones were so out of whack once they were born. I didn’t know that could happen after childbirth and frankly, the first time, it scared me to death, but the second time, I was prepared, with longer bangs.
So I told my hairdresser that maybe this was a chance for me to look into something I love.
Wigs!
Okay, I love the idea of wigs. I don’t know if I luuuuuvv wigs. I’ve always been in love with the idea though. Ever since I was 13 and my dad threatened to buy me a wig if my hair got any shorter. I think I must have subconsciously cut my hair just a bit shorter each time after wards thinking “Bring it on, buddy!” But he never bought one.
Have you ever looked at wigs online? Wow! There is quite a range! There are ‘cheap’ $60 polyester wigs and there are high end $400 dollar wigs. I’d love a collection of about any price range! 
My hair has always been baby fine straight, so of course, the first wig I’d want would long and 
wavy. You know the kind. Dallas hair.
Then of course, I’d need a black bob like Aeon Flux. Just cause black sleek bobs are sexy. 
And then, my husband has ALWAYS had a thing for red hair. So you know, because I’ve always wanted to visit “The Little House on the Prairie” I thought maybe I could meet him half way and get some sort of french twist wig in red. (Just kidding on this one, really!)
And then, you always would need an every day wig, and for the summer, anything other than blonde would be a travesty.
Don’t be surprised if you see me and four days later my hair is a totally different shape, totally different color and by george, has grown five inches or looks like it had 7 taken off. Just smile, nod hello, and then take me aside and ask how my hormones are. Maybe I’ll smile, and say “They are great, I just finally got the wig I always loved!”
