So you may remember... (and by that I mean you better remember :)) the blog I recently wrote about dressing as my friend Mel and wearing her tichel (scarf). If you haven't read it yet, that's ok... read it now. We will wait. I'm Wearing a Tichel!Okay, so my friend Mel had made the choice to only wear tichels after much consideration. Her husband is Sephardi and prefers scarves so that is the way she went... until we attended that wig sale... I walked into the town home to go play with wigs and up pops my friend Mel... but not my married friend Mel... the Mel I met 2 years ago before she got married. I was shocked. She had picked up a wig, carried it around, plopped it on her head and it was like seeing her real hair! I was so excited... and so was she.There is something indescribable about observing a mitzvah but also retaining your identity and personality. Wearing a scarf all day, I felt like I had a beacon on my head. I was proud to wear it but sometimes, I just wanted to blend in a bit more. Scarves have become a bit synonymous with cancer and I wondered if people thought I was a cancer patient. I didn't feel like I could move my head. It was weird. In the wigs I tried on, I could move freely and easily.It's all a choice and like I told Mel, Judaism is a journey, one that I am happy to be on with wonderful friends.Read Mel's post here about her sheitel journey: I'm Only Going To Say This Once
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