Friday, January 28, 2011

First day with a new wig. Awkward. But I don’t know what else to do. After wearing a wig for a few months I come to resent it for not being my real hair. I come to resent it for being the same style EVERY DAY. No ponies, no clips, no straighteners or curlers, just precisely how it looked yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that. Which brings me to today. First day with a new wig. You don’t want to garner ANY attention, but you will. You don’t want to draw attention to the part of your appearance you hate the most, but you will. Courage, deep breathe, cue the denial. Let’s go.

Six hours later…

It actually wasn’t that bad. People are either getting used to my wig changes or the change was more subtle this time. I still have the extended family debut and the church family debut, but one down, two to go. Today was definitely the hardest of all three. But I did get one laugh out of it. I was at Target buying the office soda stash for the next two weeks when the cashier complimented the way my hair curled. I said “thank you”. To my chagrin, the exchange continued as she inquired as to what I used to produce the curl; hot rollers or round brush and blow dry? For this, I was TOTALLY caught off guard. Ill-prepared. If I had ever anticipated the question, I would have been ready with a good, normal sounding answer. But I wasn’t, so after stammering for a moment I simply said “It’s a wig.”

Turns out, that’s a conversation stopper. She got caught somewhere between sympathy and embarrassment and I got caught glaring at what had to be the slowest receipt printer in the world!

But in the end, on my way across the parking lot, the daffiness of it all got the best of me and made me giggle. “Lord, keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.”

New Wig

Wig History

1 comment:

  1. Rosie, you make me laugh. Thank you for your updates and insights into life. Miss you.