This hair loss business is so odd. The little hairs on my head keep growing, albeit slowly. I have a fuzzy covering of short hairs. Kind of like a peach, but, ahem, mostly gray. (Maggie, you just may get your wish.)
There is one very odd and noteworthy detail about this hair growth: the dark hairs are growing *much* more slowly than the grays. Can anyone make sense of this?
I still have my eyebrows, and though my eyelashes have thinned, they’re still present. Sure, when I apply mascara I have to wipe half of it off my eyelids, but there are still enough wisps of hair to make this practice meaningful. To me.
Oh, and this, too: I met long-lost friends for lunch in Newport last weekend. I got dressed up for the occasion, wearing a long, flowing white dress and a big black hat. I wore red lipstick. As I entered the restaurant a woman who was leaving stopped and said to me, “you look like a celebrity!” (It was Newport, after all, I suppose such a thing would be possible.)
It made me feel like a million bucks, and I’d like to tell you that I gave her a sly smile and said, “maybe I am.”
But anyone who knows me already guessed that I did no such thing. Rather, I thanked her, and said, “oh, I’m just hiding my bald head.”