Pink Hats &Stacey in the Wild

Pink Hats & Stacey in the Wild

🌼 Date: Tuesday, January 06, 2026

⚡ Energy: Tender, playful, cautiously confident

💖 Status: Still standing (and accessorized)

🥰 Outlook: Finding joy where I can—and wearing it proudly

Pink Hats & Stacey in the Wild

Today was about softness.
Not the kind that gives up—but the kind that comforts.

My Aunt Dee crocheted me the most ridiculously joyful hot pink hats. One is a chic little pillbox style that makes me feel like I should be sipping espresso and judging strangers (lovingly). The other? A full-on bow-and-pigtails masterpiece that immediately brings out my inner five-year-old who refuses to take life too seriously.

They’re warm.
They’re bold.
They’re love—stitched loop by loop.

And then… there was Stacey.

And before anyone makes it weird — Nicholas named her, not me.
Yes, that Stacey. As in “Stacey’s mom has got it going on.”

To be clear:

• He was referring to the wig
• The song popped into his head
• He immediately laughed
• I immediately claimed the name

No Oedipal undertones. No therapy needed. Just a teenage boy with a dumb song stuck in his head and a mom who now owns a blonde wig with a personality.

Stacey, the wig, took it as a compliment.

Last night marked a milestone: my first time wearing a wig out in the wild. Casey got to choose (because apparently, I trust his judgment more than my own), and despite his lifelong declaration that he “doesn’t like blondes,” he confidently picked Stacey.

Reader, I married the right man.

Stacey did great.
It was windy. Very windy.

Turns out long hair + lip gloss = an unexpected bonding experience. I spent a solid portion of the evening peeling blonde strands off my face like decorative tinsel, but honestly? Worth it.

What surprised me most wasn’t how I looked—it was how normal it felt. Not “before cancer” normal, but new-normal, still-me normal. The kind where I can laugh, adapt, and keep moving forward with a little help from yarn, humor, and a blonde alter ego.

Between pink hats made with love and a wig with personality, today reminded me of something important:

I may be losing hair, strength, and predictability—but I am not losing myself.

And if the choice is between crying or accessorizing…

I’ll take accessorizing every time.

Some days call for grit.
Some days call for hot pink and a wig named Stacey.

💗 Tina –

One Badass Day at a Time