Suddenly the magnifying mirror that hangs in my bathroom is my best friend.  Everyday I look in to see what new wisps of hair are growing in.  Today I see tiny little brow and lash hairs.  This makes me particularly happy because they were the last to go and I thought might be the last to grow back.

I never appreciated how eyebrows and lashes center a person’s face until I lost them. Without them the cranium takes on an alien shape hovering far above the eyeballs like a mad scientist.  I’m also thinking some chemo patient along the way must have inspired the SNL Cone Heads skit.  Anyway, today I started looking like a girl again and to celebrate I’m wearing lipstick and a dress.

In other news, my head hair is also growing back and has been for about 6 weeks.  It would probably be much further along save the fact that two weeks ago in a fit of hormonal rage I went to my local barber and asked him to “shave it all off“.  Despite the look of pity on his face and a healthy appeal to “let it grow” I demanded he take “this bullshit, peach-fuzz, crap, off my head“.  Did I mention it was coming in white and had the texture of a monchichi doll (http://serialdrama.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/30/monchichi.jpeg).

Anyway I’m back to being a suede head and I like it.

Advertisement