Halloween

Attending formal events makes me anxious. It’s the hair thing again.

Steve and I went to a wedding on the weekend. I spent the morning of the wedding running around the mall trying to find a plain black scarf to match my outfit; you would think that would be an easy task. The scarves were either too long, too short, too thick, the wrong colour or had fringe or bells at the ends. (I’d look like a gypsy for sure in that one.) I finally found a fairly plain black scarf. As we left the house on the way to the wedding, I still wasn’t convinced that the scarf would work but I shoved it in my purse anyway. On the car ride there, I decided that I would wear the scarf (but I really just wanted my baseball hat).

During the evening when I went to use the washroom, I looked in the mirror and thought, “I’m glad I didn’t wear gold hoop earring because I look like a pirate.” Maybe I’ll use one of the kid’s eye patches and be a pirate for Halloween! Oh, the joys of being bald.

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