Hair Milestones

It's been 54 very long days since I shaved my head bald to raise money for cancer. My short, blond Sharon Stone-like hairdo has been replaced by not so blond stubble. I've taken my vitamins; I've even talked to my hair. But nothing, it seems, has inspired my follicles to flourish.

People use the metaphor "like watching grass to grow" to describe something that is painfully slow. Let me assure you that today I wish my hair were grass. I'd have been able to cut it more than a few times by now if it were. Instead, my hairdresser/therapist Meghan has informed me that she doesn't need to see me for at least another month. There just isn't enough hair to work with. Sigh. The aftermath of shaving my head has been a slow, fashion-destructive experience.

But today--a glimmer of hope. I actually used hair product this morning. I moused my hair to give it a semblence of style. Actually, my moused hair is reminiscent of a very 80's "wet look." Still, I'll take what I can get. Bad style is better than no style, at this point.

Now if only I could find my old Flash Dance sweatshirt and leggings?