Wig shopping was a lot more fun than I expected.
With wig names like "Cher", "Beyonce", "Twiggy", and "Jessica Simpson"--how could you not have fun with that?
I was wishing I did this ages ago before I lost my hair.
The first wig shop was intimidating to walk into.
One, I was so embarrassed to show off my bald head. I don't mean to sound shallow, but seriously, hair is like your personality.
This was not a planned event to be bald. I think I am allowed to be a wee bit vain. The clerks had to convince that they have seen it all: from cancer patients to naturally bald women; so my situation was nothing to be ashamed about. Yeah--except this isn't some disease or genes. This is a chemical hair home treatment gone awry! (or karma)
Two, this place is very upscale. Wig pricing starts at $170.
Once that first burnt cinnamon colored extra long length wig hit my head, I was sashaying allover the store. Hello, Diva!
The one I fell in love with was $273. The clerk was willing to give me 30%. Still not good enough. I only need a wig for a month until I have growth and then I'm thinking of getting a cute pixie cut.
I thought I don't do fake hair well...but if its good enough for Jessica Simpson, well...
We went to the second wig shop--this one was in a less classier hood: the gay ghetto.
I tried it all on: Cher, Whitney, Beyonce, Jackie O, an afro, the Page, all of it.
The Korean clerk was loving my attitude because I naturally had questions.
"Will it blow off in the wind?" (We live in Dallas)
"How do you wash it?" (Shampoo and water didn't make sense to me)
"Can you comb it?" (My brain stops working sometimes)
"Can you have sex in it?" (Bruiser comes back into town on Saturday and I don't know about y'all but spotty baldness may be a turn off). Yes I was thinking of that, come on, wouldn't you?
With my questions answered, I settled with Jessica Simpson. Its not blonde. But its so freaking long, I love it.
Because if you are going to get a wig you may as well have fun with it.