Hello, everybody
I'ld write here something regulary, when I've time.
I'ld try to talk english, but you know I'm not good in English as Dutch(what I talk)

I don't remember me the feeling of right hair, only on pictures I saw that I had beautiful hair
I remember wel, when I choose a wig in Brussels, with my parents, grandmother, an uncle and a aunnt.
It was funny and rared together. Funny, I was a little girl and found it like I was now go to shopping. and rared, the "hairdresser" took my marks, with plastic. And then he took a marker and he wrote upon my head.
Every 3 or 2 years, he most doing the same, my head has growing, but my wig not. Or It was broken, or there was a hole in.
And I'm a adult now, i've a adult one (wig )
But the washing it's a nightmare, I wash it self. But then after the washing come the combs. so many ropes.
before the combs, I set my wig upon my head and so I'm comb it.

So that was it for today.

See u

xxx