My wigs are trimmed and styled (and in one case resized; much easier than I had anticipated and much assisted by the support and advice of Meg and Thea - thank you so much!) and ready to go!



Can't say I was overly impressed with the hairdresser who did them, though. I was left waiting for 25 minutes - for which she didn't apologise - and then she was just a bit, well, offhand with me. I had expected someone who could empathise with hairloss, maybe be a bit supportive. But it was just… Continue

I have wigs! My amazing friend and I went wig shopping yesterday and, since they were so cheap for stuff that felt not half bad (they're both made from Kanekalon and are oh, so so shiny), I got two. One sleek asymmetric crop/bob and one shoulder length layered style with a fringe. They both need to be trimmed, which I'm having done on Friday by a salon I found through Trevor Sorbie's My New Hair project. The fringe on the longer one reaches somewhere near my nose when I wear it right and… Continue

I had planned to buy a wig, not a pricey one or anything that I'd wear every day, just one to get me through a week at home over Christmas. I'm mostly OK with being bald in public where I live now; it's a pretty laid back city and I work in a very bohemian shop. But my family live in a very small insular little town (from whence I gleefully escaped earlier this year) and the thought of going out bald there gives me a whole body shudder. I'm pretty confident, but not that confident and I… Continue

I'm feeling a bit blue at the moment and I'm not entirely sure why. I was so relieved when I shaved my head, over a month ago now. I loved having taken control and I loved getting compliments and standing out. But now I'm feeling like I can't really be arsed with it and that I'm not sure I like how I look bald. Maybe it's just that I'm dog tired generally (bring on the christmas holidays - I can't wait), I don't know, but I'm considering getting a wig and wearing it sometimes when I just want… Continue

I've been going out bald in public for ooh, about three weeks now and have had a variety of responses from strangers. Going out for dinner in a very arty venue - nobody bats an eyelid. Sitting behind a small child on the bus - slack jawed staring, although in a very innocent, curious way. Walking through town with a friend on a Saturday night - being told by an utterly plastered man than he admired my individuality. Wandering through Primark - people looking and then trying not to look and… Continue