Sadly this Spring break is not quite living up to the madness of last year's hi jinx
but Matt isn't off until next week so maybe it isn't a total wipe in the mischief stakes yet
and it hasn't been without some bright moments...
we headed out to buy a wig to cover my rather baldy head
not that I am not starting to truly embrace the no hair thing with relish
showers take no time and the savings on buying shampoo and things are amazing
not to mention no visits to the hairdresser
no painty bits in my hair from my rather haphazard painting techniques
it is quite cool and liberating to feel the rush of breeze over this chromish dome of mine
scarves are a snap to cover it up if I feel the need
but a wig is a good thing when you don't want it all to be as public I suppose
So instead of drawing up these gorgeous roses from my sister-in-law Kris
we headed out to the wig place thingy
me rather reluctantly I have to say as I just couldn't see me in a wig
but on the way in I got a nice little lift when two head shaven paramedics
gave me the sup nod on the way through the car park
a nice touch of solidarity to a fellow baldy I like to think
not that I didn't have a scarf on in public
but they knew a fellow follicley challenged soul lurked under that scarf
and so I was feeling a bit more positive and before we knew it we were in the store
have to say it was a revelation... a whole row of mad wigs grabbed my eyes and imagination
Sadly Sinus and Phantom dragged my gleeful eyes from the blond dreadlocks
and they wouldn't let me even think about trying on the Elvis wig
they were party poopers of the first order
but perhaps they know me too well and know that the dreads would have been worn with relish
despite it being unseemly in someone who is turning 46 in just a few weeks
but their restraint worked out for the best I suppose
and I got a great little short blond number that looks crazy natural
it even has regrowth ... which was the clincher for me as I have perpetual regrowth
so now I just need to get used wearing the sucker
and keep remembering to leave it up high when I take it off
as the dog is eyeing it off at every opportunity
and if I don't watch it I can just see it ending up snaffled and buried in the garden
So other than the wiggy tale the week has consisted of yet more chemo
a bit of painting of my perpetual water bottle and the dreaded iv stand thingy
not painting up Kris's roses, but I will this week I hope
and doing a little postcard mixed media thing for a swap I am taking part in
I have just shown a snippet as I don't want to ruin the surprise for Amber
I have done little else this week I must admit
but I am going to try to squeeze in some studio time today
and get some paint on the hands
and maybe even get to some of the 5 squillions emails that I want to answer
before this round of chemo kicks in
happy painting all... xx