8 Heads in a Duffel Bag is a 1997 black comedy film starring Joe Pesci, Kristy Swanson and David Spade. It was the directorial debut of screenwriter Tom Schulman. In 1998 the film won the Brussels International Festival of Fantastic Film's Silver Raven award.
This is my version:
Every time I walk into my bathroom I laugh and think "OK. I have a so so Sue; a bad Felicia; a decent Taylor; and a bad Gypsy." (If you have seen the movie, you get it)
One thing about Chemo is that it has the propensity of making you shed hair more than a Siberian Husky.
People, I cannot rock a had scarf or go bald. I just don't have the bone structure or good looks to do it. So my weapon(s) of choice is a wig. Or as of today, 4 wigs. Now, you have to know that you're looking at a woman who for her whole life wanted to change her hair style, but just never did. I was too scared to cut my hair. It was waist length, natural strawberry blonde/red. I never colored it either. For many years I kept the same, dull, boring hairstyle. I trimmed it up in later years, curled it occasionally, and that was as close to a "style" as i got (as seen below, BC).
And then along came chemo and a whole new world opened up. Wigs. Now, I have so many different hair options, people at work are wondering if I'm schizophrenic. One week I'm a brunette with highlights, the next week I'm a strawberry blonde rocking bangs.
You've gotta find the fun in the worst of circumstances. I'm slowly finding mine.
One thing about Chemo is that it has the propensity of making you shed hair more than a Siberian Husky.
People, I cannot rock a had scarf or go bald. I just don't have the bone structure or good looks to do it. So my weapon(s) of choice is a wig. Or as of today, 4 wigs. Now, you have to know that you're looking at a woman who for her whole life wanted to change her hair style, but just never did. I was too scared to cut my hair. It was waist length, natural strawberry blonde/red. I never colored it either. For many years I kept the same, dull, boring hairstyle. I trimmed it up in later years, curled it occasionally, and that was as close to a "style" as i got (as seen below, BC).
And then along came chemo and a whole new world opened up. Wigs. Now, I have so many different hair options, people at work are wondering if I'm schizophrenic. One week I'm a brunette with highlights, the next week I'm a strawberry blonde rocking bangs.
You've gotta find the fun in the worst of circumstances. I'm slowly finding mine.
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