In early April, I had the pleasure of hosting a wig-making workshop at the Lincolnia Senior Center. Twelve golden gals (and two gentlemen) showed up with glorious smiles to learn the craft of wig-making. A few women did not speak a word of English while others, who did speak English, were hard of hearing. One woman was nearly blind because of Macular Degeneration. And most of the others experienced a lack of dexterity when it came to being able to thread and tie yarn with pinpoint precision. My friends (Diana and Georgia) and I worked hard to keep the spirit high and focused less on productivity and more on the process. At the end of the day, I realized this workshop was not about how many wigs were created. Rather, I learned how therapeutic the process of wigmaking, intertwined with a bit of good humor, could be and realized that the other senses (hearing, seeing, touching) are not nearly as important as the sense of well being.