I bought a wig today. Not because of any medical need, but for fun & vanity.
I pass a black-hair store every day, and today I finally went in. I was astounded at the variety, the quality and the low prices. For the price of a normal top or skirt, I got a wig that is comfortable to wear, looks convincing, looks good on me and is totally fun. Man, I feel like a totally different woman. New clothes don’t have as much of an impact as a totally different head of hair does.
I just sent my husband an email that “he shouldn’t freak out when he comes home” in 15 minutes, but that “I had done something rather drastic and different at the hairdressers salon today”. I wonder if he will fall for it.
And fitting the dresses with the help of the store lady was so much fun! I almost fell for a longer black one, but now I have a shoulder length reddish brown one. It is quite something different then my usual blond hair.
I’m vain, I know. But I never thought this would be so much fun!