This drawing is lovely, reminds me of my grandma's wonderful wig collection, we also amused each other with dressing up in them. I remember her and my mum having a conversation that went a little like this:
"Why do you HAVE to wear the purple wig mum?"
"You're embarrassed of the wig? You'd rather I went out bald?"
"No, but what about the nice brown bob"
"Bobbie. I'v had a brown bob all my life, now i'm dying I want to have purple hair for one day, just for one day, It's my bald head, I'm wearing the purple wig, and if you don't want to feel so silly standing next to me, you wear the red one, then we will both look like idiots"
I mean being around 11 at the time my version of this is slightly warped, but yeah, hats wigs whatever gets you through, and at the funeral, we all wore one of her wigs!!! xxx