“I did what all my friends did. I got a beautiful sheitel, wore it when out, and took it off the minute I got home”,
“W hich tichel should I wear to the luncheon?” I ask breathlessly into the phone. I gaze at myself in the mirror staring at the volumizer I’ve placed over my hair and the assortment of fabrics that surround me. Purple? Blue pleather? Or maybe I should wear the teal one with a pin?
My friend Shoshana is on the phone playing my virtual coach. She knows I’m a nervous wreck about attending my very first tichel luncheon. “Relax Gabby” she says. “They’re going to love you. Just wear your favorite one.”
As I wrap my hair I think about just how much I want these ladies to think I am one of them. I’ve only been wearing tichels for a short time. Will I look like a novice or a natural?
After a short drive I pull up to the hostess’s house and knock softly. Inside there are sounds of laughter the smell of freshly baked bread coffee and is that apple pie? I feel like I’ve entered an ad for Good Housekeeping except that everyone is in a tichel.
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