The Lotto

What’s more fun than imagining what you would do with the money if you suddenly won the lottery? I’m talking Powerball here. So many ideas, so little time.

For some reason I started imagining what I would do if I won the hair lottery – if I woke up one morning with thick, full hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes, along with a large corresponding "hair care" budget. Be still, my heart!

First, I would go to a dry bar EVERY SINGLE DAY. Better yet, I would have a standing appointment for this at my house, with a special sink set up especially for the purpose. I want to have my hair washed (including a head massage) and get a different blowout for every day of the week. Fabulous beachy waves? Check. Keep it classy, sleek and straight? Check, check. At home I would try every single fabulous smelling hair product recommended to me until I found the one that made my hair look the most sensational while bringing me the most joy. I would also flip my hair around – like a lot. Not the casual over the shoulder flip that you can even do with a wig. We’re talking the “bend and snap” of hair flipping -- full on, bend over, stand up quickly, and whip your hair over your head with zero fear of any consequences. Might look a little crazy? Um, I really don’t care. I want to flip the heck out of some fabulous smelling, blown out hair. Yes, yes I do.

I would buy every brand of mascara until I found the perfect one that elongates and plumps up my (already fabulous) lashes but somehow still looks natural. Then I would bat my eyes at EVERYTHING THAT MOVES. Husband? Bat, bat, bat. My cat? Bat, bat, bat. “Oh, no, there’s nothing in my eye – I simply can’t help it. My lashes are too fabulous.” Bat, bat, bat.

I would touch my forehead ALL THE TIME. Stray hair? Brush it aside. Sweat from working out? Back of the forearm, baby. Worried about my eyebrows? No, sir. And if one small side effect was the occasional need to pluck, I am pretty sure I would survive it. Pass the tweezers – I’m on the job.

The only thing I might not particularly enjoy would be a return to shaving my legs. Oh yes, that is one perk of alopecia, lest you think there aren’t any. I never ever have to shave my legs. Don't worry, I have a plan for that too: shower steamers. Ok, I admit these are already one of my favorite things (think bath bombs for showers) but shaving your legs means a reason to take longer showers which naturally translates into “a good reason to use shower steamers more often.” Winning!

I am grinning. This is super fun. I think I might imagine winning the home makeover lottery next.

If there was a lottery you could play and win, what would it be?