Goofing around Gary Cooper dons a wig, can’t identify the gentleman on the left (a director?), on the right is Basil Rathbone. Happy Sunday! Hm. Let’s make this free association Sunday. This picture reminds me of my mother, and the wigs (they were called falls then – don’t know why) she had in the 1960s. They sat on forms on her dressing table. She actually had short hair and she would pop them on when she went to an event or had to dress up. At the time I thought they were sophisticated and glamorous – now I know they were probably hot and itchy. I don’t know that there’s a moral to this story, maybe something along the lines of put on a good face and the rest will follow. Speaking as the vile harpy I hope to heaven that’s true. I’d continue in this vein but I feel a hot flash/temper flare/wave of sentimentality coming on… Sisters, any thoughts?