wig shopping

is this the one you've all been waiting for?

well. it was insane. i have not laughed that much in months.

so. melissa and i went to this high-end wig ship in cherry creek. i sat in a salon-like chair facing a salon-like mirror while the saleswoman presented me with wigs she thought would look good. i can't even really describe it. and i'm really sorry we didn't bring a camera.

the idea of a wig was really hard to get used to in the first place. so having a strange thing like that on my head was totally weird. but then...it wasn't the hair part of the wig. the hair - both fake and real - was fine looking. the problem i had was the style of the wig. every single wig she put on me made me feel like i got a new job as a news anchorwoman. every single hair style. it actually made me question my own choice of "hair style." because i think that was the problem with these. if i was the type of woman who actually styled her hair...i would've been fine with these wig choices. but because i let my hair air dry and it goes whatever way it wants...

it was sort of like when i went to the junior prom with gabriel frasca. my mom thought it would be a nice idea for me to have my hair done, it being my first-ever prom. so the hairdresser set about putting curlers in my hair. and ended up boofing it up a few inches into a barrette. being the dramatic 14 year old that i was...i left the salon in tears. leaving my mom to deal with the hairdresser. so...anyway...any normal person who styled their hair would've loved the boof. but me? in tears.

luckily yesterday there were no tears. only complete laughter. to the point that i think it might have been inappropriate. but. whatever. instead i bought 2 scarves...that are totally fine.

i sort of look like milli vanilli.

either that or that i'm about to clean the house. but. that's fine, too. i probably should clean the house more often.