A Hair-raising Good Time

This time last year I was bald. I am reminded everytime I put on my favorite hat. Do you know that I still check for hair inside my hat? I know it's not falling out, but I still check because the soft inside used to be filled with hundreds of bits of peach fuzz. Little black specs in the white fleece inside.

In order to celebrate having hair and halloween I did this:

Wearing my shirt that my friend gave me for chemo. I wore the shirt with my pajamas on the day after nuelasta shots. Now it is part of my halloween costumes/everyday wear. Love it.

Everyone has decided that because I used to be the bald girl I should just start doing crazy things with my hair. Faux hawk one day, head full of spikes the next, spray color. It's hilarious. And fun.{and don't worry Mom, I probably won't} Because I never appreciated a head of hair before, but I appreciate my full scalp coverage now.

I think I may have already posted this. But it's just that good. And I sing it in the morning while I do my hair.