In case you hadn't heard, I wear wigs. I don't have to, I choose to. I was blessed with hair like my Grandma Baust, thin and sparse. To make matters worse, my hairline starts waaaay back on the sides. It didn't recede, it would have had to begun farther up in order to recede. Instead it chose to remain far back, like it was afraid to meet up with the front of my face.
I've never particularly cared for my hair which is why I've had more hairstyles than Carter's got liver pills (what on Earth is a liver pill and why does Carter have so many of them?). I've had hair below my waist as well as a few inches long. I've permed, teased, dyed, gelled, moosed, sprayed, highlighted and layered, all in search of those lovely locks that graced other's heads. Finally I decided if I can't grow it, I'll buy it.
I had been thinking about it for years. I talked it over with Bob to see what he thought (he's the only one who had to be ok with it...he was by the way), but what really put me over the top was when I found out someone I knew wore wigs...and I had no idea. I admired her hair every Sunday in Church and one day asked her who did her hair (I was thinking maybe they could do something with my mop). It was then she confided in me it was a wig and she wore them all the time. I thought WOW! that's not at all how I remember wigs...you know those pitiful things that looked like a possum had crawled up on their head and died. It was beautiful and looked real.
So in October of 2012 I bought my first wig and now have 5. I still have my own hair that I keep cut short and colored. I don't wear a wig when I'm at the gym, beach, pool or around the house. I love my "hair" and finally in my 50's have the hair I've always wanted.
I don't care if people know I wear wigs and have to control myself from telling complete strangers when they compliment my hair. My daughter said, "Mom, you don't have to tell everyone you wear a wig!" I have to learn to just say, thank you.
A few weeks ago I bought my newest wig which is shorter than all my other ones and in the style I keep my "real" hair. The first time I wore it to work several people thought it was my "real" hair. That made my day since I don't want to be the crazy lady with a dead possum on her head...not yet anyway.
