Wig Day at the Salon (Featuring My Dad)
🌼 Date: Monday, January 19, 2026
⚡ Energy: Low effort, high amusement.
💕 Status: Cancer-adjacent, but mostly just laughing.
🙃Outlook: Turns out wigs are a family affair now.
Today my mom brought over a couple of wigs she purchased after we had the head-shaving party. Her request was simple:
“Can you trim these up and make them presentable?”
Sure. Why not. Add wig stylist to the résumé.
First up was the brown wig.
She put it on… and I laughed out loud. Immediately. No filter. Just a full, honest, “Yeah, no.”
That color might’ve worked when she was in high school, but right now? Hard pass. Sorry, Mom. Time moves on. Faces change. Lighting is less forgiving.
So instead, my dad put it on.
And shockingly… it worked.
At least color-wise.
I’m not saying it was right, but it was significantly less wrong. The man wore it with confidence, which honestly counts for a lot.
There’s something very strange — and very funny — about standing in your living room, scissors in hand, adjusting your mom’s wig while your dad casually models the rejected one. If you had told me this would be part of my cancer storyline, I would not have believed you.
And yet… here we are.
By the end, the wig was much more wearable. Presentable. Respectable. And my mom was happy — which honestly made the whole thing worth it.
Cancer brings a lot of heavy moments.
But every once in a while, it hands you something ridiculous instead.
Today was ridiculous in the best way.
💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time
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