Greasy Italian

As most of my friends know, this is how I refer to myself.  I cannot go a full day without washing my hair... if I do, you can use the result to fry an egg.  True but gross, I know.

Unconsciously, I headed to the shower again this morning for my usual ritual even though I showered late last night.  Couldn't not wash my hair before going out... Got in the shower and started to wash my hair and realized - whoa!  Not necessary!!! It's not the white peach fuzz on my head I should be washing, but the red wig I've been wearing all week!!  It made me laugh how much things have changed in 2 months.  The chemo has totally dried out my skin, so no threat of a greasy bald head!

Now - my red wig is drip drying on a rack in the kitchen sink - oh my!

My Sunday drive attire.  My alter ego is drying...