That's what you realize when you loose your hair. You've got a head!
A perfectly round and white head this one of mine. Just like an egg. Thank God, it wasn't Tutankhamen looking! But what do you do with it? It is still an egg. Tricky.
That's when the hat hunting and scarf wrapping begins. No wigs for me. Frustration gives in to exploration. And I am suddenly invited into a nomadic tribe from Africa, Morocco or Dakar. Or to go horse back riding in Scotland, Tuscany or Argentina. And a new adventure begins on unexplored territory: my own bald head. Just like a lunar landing site. Apollo mission worthy. Waiting.
