Me, Jan. 5, 2009
As expected, January 6 brought with it the somber reality that it takes a lot of time to heal deep wounds. A friend from my childhood called after hearing that Mom had died. She was so torn up that I ended up consoling HER!
This pic was a brief escape from present reality. It's heavily retouched, so there's nothing real here, except the somewhat numb look in my eyes. The only part of the hair that's real is the bangs and short strand right by my face. It was fun playing with old wigs, though. When I get done with the blonde series, maybe I'll move on to a redhead one. I'll grab a little fun where I can now. It comes in waves, just like grief seems to.
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