I was going to put this forward to Mslexia magazine, but missed the deadline - 200 words on The Hairdresser:
It is a careful job and I take my time, I am not as quick as I used to be, but they will wait for my work, I am still needed. I conjure baby down, gossamer thin; heavy curls with conker shine, grey and wiry, coarse or fine. Hair that is swept into tumbleweed from the salon floor, bagged and left to bulge, feather-light, outside my door. I will use it all. My wigs are the best in town, in the county in the country. So they say.