Making lemonade
There may be a minor, but measurable, positive relationship between the size of one’s brain and intelligence[i]. Imagine my disappointment when I was fitted for a wig and discovered my head is unusually small. So yeah, take that ego.
I bet if all the different types of wigs that exist were put in one building, the building could be as big as a Target store. Conversely, the number of wigs my size would fit in an ice cream cart.
I found four petite-sized, “lite,” 100% handtied synthetic wigs for sale. There was also one human hair version but it was beyond my price point. Both the “lite” and 100% handtied features help reduce the appearance of a wombat sitting on my head.
I bought my first wig from a local shop. The proprietor spent an hour measuring me and helping me try on about a dozen different styles and colors she had in inventory (very few petites, of course). She shared stories about her own cancer journey and gushed with encouragement. She gracefully gave me a moment when I suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason. When the wig I ordered arrived, she spent another hour walking me through how to maintain it and sent me home with goodies including a wig stand and a brush.
Now I have three wigs (and multiple hats) all of which have a distinctly different vibe. I might need to keep a log as to which wig I wear in front of which customers to avoid confusing them. As for my colleagues, they seem to be rolling with my endless costume changes. They understand that with the lemons I’ve been given, I’m just making a little lemonade.