My sister, Bridgette, thinks I'm a bit young to be following in her ways.
What does that mean? Well, I have started a new collection.
I figure I can pay for a new hair do every three months. Or get one that will last a lot longer.
It all started January 1, 2008, Randy and I went to the mall on a date.
For fun we thought I'd get a wig to go out in. It was red and long hair.
It's obviously not me. I have short hair. But it's fun to go out in and see peoples reactions.
I have even worn it to work a couple of times. It has mixed reviews in the office.
But, it makes my husband smile, and I'm all about keeping my man happy.
Just last week I found my self in the mall shopping for shoes for Tabi. I also looked for some for myself. Being a female, I had no problem finding some I liked.
But, then I thought I'd save the money and go get me another hairdo.
Tabi went with me. We had 90 minutes of fun. She picked some out for me to try. Helmut, the shop owner, called them "lemons", in other words, NO.
Then after quite a few I found "Erica". I liked it, and was sold. I told Helmut I had to go back up to work. He was kind enough and delivered my new purchase after getting it ready for me.
The next day I wore it to a wedding reception and got lots of compliments. I confessed to some my little secret. My mom could not even tell it was a wig.
This week rolled around and after some technical difficulties I now have another "Erica" in a slightly different color. So now we have a "hair-um" in our room.
Looks like I do have Grandma's genes, I like my nails done, speak honestly, and collect wigs.
It comes in handy for my new syndrome, LBS. Lazy Butt Syndrome.
Some have asked why not just wear a ball cap. Two words "Hat hair". Have you ever had to take off your hat to say a prayer? Well, I have and it was not pretty.
So to all of you where ever you are, my "wigs off to you".
