Wicked Wiggery

This week is my ‘free-from’ week. Free from drugs, free from tests, free from needles and free from the after-effects of FEC1.  I’m loving this week!

It’s been rainy and cold but I don’t mind. Hellfire, brimstone and plagues of locusts wouldn’t get me down.  I feel good, I seem to be functioning normally and that is all I ask.

Free-from week doesn’t mean I can slouch around though. My task, before more of my hair detaches itself from me, was to procure a wig. And this, it must be said, was no easy feat.  I feel very sorry for the lady who helped, she was very patient and I tried on loads. Most of them made me look like Prymatt Conehead with hair and I couldn’t lie about it.

When you have your own hair re-styled you get an idea of the finished article while the hairdresser busily snips away. You can also intervene if things are getting a little too drastic.  When you go to the wiggery there’s no gradual build-up. It’s zero to hair-oh!! in 20 seconds.  Trying on wigs can be a bit of a shock because it’s not just style that’s a challenge, there’s also fit, fall and shade.  The wiggery had nothing at all in my colour which added to the overall bizarre-ness of the experience. I’m naturally reddish-fair (or ginger as my friends-who-are-brothers like to remind me) so trying on ‘Tova’ in Rich Espresso or Frosted Chocolate took me from Prymatt Conehead to Morticia Adams (complete with conehead).

After trying many wicked wigs I ended up with Kate, a layered bob-type style in Maple-Sugar.  (Where do they get these descriptions from?)  It’s not the same as having my own hair but my son said I looked awesome – quite a compliment from a trendy 19-year-old – and it beats being bald.  I think I might become quite fond of her.


Life’s rich tapestry

Here are some of the wonderful women I talked about in ‘The Bonds that Bind us.’ Gemma, Tracy, Sue and Dominique.  They’re truly lovely people and I’m honoured to know them.

There are a number of striking things about these girls but one that really stands out is that they all have strong personal values and they live by them.

Many of us talk about having values – kindness, integrity, loyalty, respect for others, ethics…. but it stops there, it’s just talk.

So what’s the problem?

Well maybe it isn’t a problem. Maybe things are just fine the way they are.  But I can’t help wondering whether we all might be a little bit better off if we took a leaf from these girl’s books. If we walked the talk instead of just talking about it.

How much richer might life’s rich tapestry be if we offered each other some small act of kindness every day.  If we showed a tiny bit more understanding of the diverse people and cultures making up our human race.  If we let an extra drop of ethics guide us in our decisions, personal, business or pleasure.  What would happen if we committed to make a few simple, no-cost changes to the way we go about our lives?

I’m sure we’d still find plenty of imperfections in the world; walking the talk won’t suddenly sweep it all clean.  But we humans might cause fewer of the Earth’s problems and maybe, just maybe, we’d be able to lead richer, more enjoyable lives too.