Do I want to ease into it? Like this:
Or do I just go for it, like so:
I can’t wait for the wig to get here.
This shedding is intense.
My hair looks fucking awful.
Today was cut and color day.
When I went to bed last night, I was like: color only – I’m going to grow this hair out. But this morning I was like: Nah – I want a French bob. And now I have one. I just keep going shorter and shorter, but I feel more like myself than I have in a while.
I’m excited to see what it looks like after I style it myself tomorrow. I don’t like how she flat irons all the life out of my hair.
Oh and I’m so very glad to have my dark hair back. 😍😍
I want a Zoey Deschanel wig. I used to have one, but I think maybe I gave it to Grace when she had chemo? I remember giving her some wigs a couple years back and thinking: you’ll have to buy yourself new ones when the cancer comes back. Because I’ve always known. Always.
I’m obsessed with this wig. I love this look.
Just ordered this wig and I’m so excited.
My friend posted a pic of herself in this wig, and it looked great, so I had her send me the details. Why not wear wigs now and then? This is way easier than bleaching my hair. Win!
I’m so excited, actually.
I’m still loving this haircut. It’s so versatile. I decided to flip the ends today, since that’s it’s natural state. Next time I think I’ll exaggerate it – really flip that shit.