Friday Headscarf Style Files

Happy Friday Peeps!

I had intended to do a headscarf style file every few weeks but it kind of fell off the radar. Lately I've been opting for some of my old, comfy but very daggy beanies more than my colourful scarves. They can be whipped off my head whenever a wretched hot flush strikes and popped back on in a jiffy...headscarves are prettier but involve more work to put back on. I shall mend my ways and try to remember to take snaps of some fun combinations in the future.

Speaking of beanies though...our dear friend Maxine hand knitted beanies for all of us and dropped them off last week. Such a beautiful gift.

Confession: I made a bold leap and wandered about in public baring my bald head yesterday. I felt really comfortable about it, not the least bit self conscious. But I had an internal giggle at the reactions of passers by...it clearly shocked some people who didn't know which way to look as I passed them in the street. C'est La Vie!

This week's style file features a little grey scarf...it gets a regular work out wrapped around my neck or head...a great neutral colour, fab texture and pretty much goes with everything in my wardrobe.

Have a lovely long weekend! xxx

 

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Bare

I thought it was about time that I posted a picture of my bald head.

It's taken a little while to summon the courage to do so. I still feel quite vulnerable when I'm not wearing a headscarf. I'm hoping one day that I can go out in public bared headed and proud...

...we'll see.

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Goodbye Hair

 

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Feeling Female

I went out to dinner with my husband tonight, first time in...oh gosh, I can't even recall...I think last September maybe? Talk about well overdue! Our wonderful neighbours came over to babysit, pushed us out the door and told us not to come back until we'd had a good time. We are so freaking lucky to have them living next door! And so we did have a good time, just the two of us talking about life, the universe and everything over a glass of white and a bloody fantastic pub meal at the local hotel.

It felt nice to put on a dress and a pair of heels. I can't confess to feeling glam or the least bit sexy but it did feel good to be out of pyjamas.

For the past four weeks I've felt like pieces of my femininity have been stripped away from me. Losing my breast was hard but it was having all my hair cut off that affected me far more than I thought it would. I know that seems utterly ridiculous because there are a gazillion completely gorgeous women out there sporting short hairstyles. Maybe it's because the choice to have my hair cropped wasn't really mine. Chemo is on the horizon and it is threatening my vanity big time. I don't love how I look. My hair used to be one of the features I'd always felt good about. Now, it's just a constant reminder of what is happening to me.

My husband on the other hand is taking everything in his stride. He told me tonight that he's never felt closer. And I not only believe him, I completely agree with him. How I feel about my appearance is something I will have to work on. He still loves me, in fact he's never loved me more than he does now and that makes me determined to get over my vanity and try to embrace this ever evolving version of me. I have to, because if I can't handle a pixie cut then going bald is going to be a real bitch!

I suppose its just part of the process. Some things are easier to adjust to than others.

 

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