Author’s note: I guess you noticed that this post is dated August 2013 and here it is January 2014–so what gives? When I first wrote this post, I was so upset that I didn’t want anyone to see it. People from work read this blog and I didn’t want them to know how disappointed I was with this wig.  I hope you will be able to laugh, because I am able to laugh about it now myself.

OMFG!!!!! Sylvia rode with me to Marietta today to pick up my hair (the dreadlock wig). It is horrible. I cannot believe it. It is hard for me to believe that anyone can think that thing looks good. I am so disappointed – all my long, beautiful hair wasted. I could have given my hair to Locks of Love. That is what I was going to do until I had the great idea to ask my friend about a dreadlock wig. She assured me that she could make one for me. Well, she made a wig all right – but I ain’t wearing it.

My friend told me she wore it last night and everyone said she looked like Bob Marley. Well, that might be okay for her because she is a beautiful black woman. Bob Marley is not the look this redneck country girl was looking for. What makes all this even worse is that my co-workers told my friend they would pay for it.

Now I have this thing living in the spare bedroom and I need to figure out what I am going to do. I will not be caught dead in it. I can’t wear it to work, so how am I going to explain that? And what do I say to my friend? Something like, “What did you do to my fucking hair?!”

Sylvia and Lorene are in total disbelief. Sylvia can’t believe anyone would think this wig looks good. Lorene thinks it looks like some of the critters I have stored in my freezer. Remember, I am a biologist, so I have a frozen collection of various small animals presented to me by my cats and dogs. It is funny how proud they are when they bring me some dead thing and drop it at my feet. And I – well, I could just cry. It is such a letdown. I felt so brave when I had my head shaved before chemo made all my hair fall out. I still feel good about that part, but the final result is so hard to take.

I will probably give the wig back to my friend. Maybe someone else will be able to enjoy it or use it in some way. I would have preferred to pay for the wig myself instead of having others pay for it. If I had paid for it, it would already be in the trash.

Sylvia, Lorene, and I have all laughed and made fun of the situation, but deep down inside I am hurt, sad, and very disappointed. I have looked so forward to getting this wig and now . . . not so much. Damn, there is the pointy-toed cowboy boot again.