I had no idea that I would ever want to wear a wig. Or not feel that I had to choose one way or the other, because going from having hair to being bare of hair and then back again--well requires some 'splaining. But so does just going all the time without hair or even scarf or hat. Like Howie Mandell. That's me 95% of the time. Some days I feel like bothering to put on makeup (eyeliner and eyeshadow only --sometimes lipstick and base but often not), some days I don't. So I do--or I don't. Same with the hair. I wear it or not based on moment to moment inclinations. Sometimes it winds up in the box in the backseat if I get tired of it (fed up, aggravated, etc.) in the middle of a shopping trip.

Hats yeah for the sun/glare protection they afford but not to hide, not to hide. People say I could get used to false eyelashes...well I don't WANT to. It's not going to happen. Period. Damn, can't you understand that, bing? And things never got that far north, by the way. Not really. You insulted me on quite a regular basis. And never got the hint. So I had to get blunt. And get smart. Finally.