It was one of those occasions when I was glad to have had my camera with me. While drying my hair under one of the immobile wall-hairdryers I kept staring at that wig, saying to myself:
"I must shoot it. I hope the owner doesn't take it down before I can get my camera out of the locker!"
And while taking the picture:
"Don't worry ladies; I'm only photographing this wig on the wall. You're not in the picture, none of you!"
A large percentage of the women who swim "women's hours" in the Neve Yaakov, Jerusalem pool are religious and married. Jewish Law requires us to cover our hair. I wear a variety of hats and scarves, but others wear wigs.
priceless moment, indeed. i'm glad that you got the shot! :)
ReplyDeleteMinne ma, thanks for enjoying it and letting me know.
ReplyDeleteShalom!
ReplyDeleteNice pic!
One of my friends once left a wig on the back of a chair. I noticed it and exclaimed, "Don't move! I'll get it!"
Why are non-wig wearers so amused by wigs?
Hadassa, I didn't think of that connection. Hair is so personal, and the wigs are...
ReplyDeleteI do like my hats and scarves, but recently it occurred to me that if I had been a wig wearer I'd wear wild ones at this stage in life.