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What do you do all day now that you're retired...try on wigs and drink wine?

I talked to my daughter yesterday and she asked ME what I had been doing. This is another one of those "what do you do all day?" questions that we retired people get all the time.  I drew a blank for a minute and then I remembered.  Oh, I have been doing things!  I was as surprised as she was.

This last week a friend had a "wig" party.  She has had a kidney transplant and the anti-rejection medication that she takes has caused her to lose her hair.  Another friend has alopecia which is a loss of hair that can be caused by several things.  She also has several wigs that she wears daily.  Let me add here that they are both very blond.

Katie moved her red convertible so we could use her car port!
So we gathered at Katie's house for an afternoon of talking and running around in Katie and Pat's blond wigs.  It was better than a trip to the spa or beauty salon.  At one time about 9 women had on blond wigs at the same time.  I don't know if this changes you personality or not but I do know that I had more fun than I usually do.  Maybe it is true that blonds have more fun.  I am hoping we can do something like this again...maybe make-overs or try on each other's clothes.  The door is open for suggestions.  Sometimes it is fun just to be silly.

Men play golf, horse shoes and pool.  I may be dating myself but it was a lot of fun to try on wigs, drink wine, eat snacks and tell hair stylist (bad hair day) stories.

Have a wonderful day.

b


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  1. I can honestly say that in 10 years of retirement I have never tried on a blond wig or told horror stories of a visit to my barber.

    But, I have been known to drink wine and eat snacks.

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  2. I think we will invite men next time...you would fit right in! (You made me laugh!)

    b

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