7 Reasons I’m Not Sure I Suit A Wig
The other day I was invited by the nice people at Alpecin to test whether I was likely to go bald or not. I did so using their revolutionary baldness calculator. The results – given that I am already of the receding kind – came as no surprise. I’m going to be balding by my early to mid-forties. Disappointing, but at least it’s just on my head. I would hate not being able to trap bubbles with the hairs on my legs whenever I have a bath. The likelihood that I’ll be as bald as a coot does’t bother me in the slightest, but on Alpecin’s recommendation, I decided to look in to the possibility of wearing a wig. The results, thanks to a little dodgy photoshopping, are mixed. Let me know what you think though. It means a lot to me.
#7 brings out your eyes, but #3 would be very handy for impromptu dusting when you suddenly notice you missed that bit of window ledge earlier with the duster.
How very true. I was full prepared to discard #7 right here and now, but the eye thing has made me change my mind. I will discard #3. I never see dust.