A Little Perspective in my life....

My friend Joanne of 'Snippets and Scraps of My Mind' sent me this today.  Don't know who wrote it or where to get permission to use it, but if it's flying around as an inspirational email, I guess it's meant to be shared.

This is the answer to the lament over my hair loss!!!


Attitude


There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
'Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.'
So she did and she had a wonderful day.


The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
'H-M-M,' she said, 'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.'
So she did and she had a grand day.


The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed
that she had only one hair on her head.
'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.'
So she did, and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and
noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.


'YAY!' she exclaimed. 'I don't have to fix my hair today!'


Attitude is everything.

Thanks, Joanne!  I needed that!!!

Hair....or Lack Thereof

I've debated for days over this post.  I risk losing all my faithful readers.

I don't want to offend anyone by 'spilling my guts', but I have a problem.

I'm going bald!  Seriously bald.

I'm not a vain person, not high matinence for sure.  But I grew up in the late sixties and early seventies and hair was IMPORTANT.  Long hair and moustaches for men and long straight hair for women.  Now I can give up this notion of the importance of hair.  I'm willing to slip into senior status without kicking and screaming.  I'll go quietly.  But can't I keep just a little bit of hair, ...please???  For old time's sake???

Not that I EVER had Good Hair.

(These baby pictures are also a portent of things to come weight-wise!  EEEK!!!)

Apparently my Mom was not good with hair.  All she worried about was keeping our hair out of our eyes.

Mom!  There's a good three inches of forehead showing!  Nowhere near the eyes!!!

I was about 15 in this picture.  Scary isn't it?  This was back in the early 60's when kids had no control over what their parents did to their hair or anything else.  Kids did what their parents told them.  PERIOD!!!

Mom just loved this one.  She told me I was so lucky to have naturally curly hair and that I  looked just like my Aunt Dolly.   My Aunt Dolly was forty years old!  Moooooommmm!!! 

After I got married I had control over my hair and used straightening perms attempting to calm the frizz.

Here in my mid thirties is probably the most normal my hair had ever been.

Once I hit 40, it was all downhill.  I became severly anemic due to 'female problems' and had to have a hysterectomy.  The hair loss started with the anemia.  I recovered from anemia but my hair did not.

You can see, very thin hair and terrible texture!  Hairdressers look at me and shake their heads in dismay. 

Which brings me to my new blog profile photo.  I am going to start wearing my wig.

I've bought wigs over the years, but enjoyed wearing them about as much as Zip enjoys his dentures.  Not at all!!!  But I think the time has come to bite the bullet and do the deed. 

The strange thing is that I feel just as self conscious wearing it as I do over my thinning hair with the scalp showing through.  A dilemma for sure!  Bag over the head, maybe???

OK, I got that off my chest.  Now can life go on?
Thanks for listening to me rant.