The Wig Shop....for real.

Some of the gals at the wig shop know me and Lucy by name now. I am now the proud owner of 3 wigs- 4 if you count the shocking pink wig I bought for halloween many years ago at Limbo. Just be ready the next time you see me- I may look completely different from the last time you saw me.

The first wig shop we visited was just plain creepy. It was small and CROWDED with wig adorned styrofoan mannequin heads. I wonder if there is a technical/official name for the little white ladies that wear the hair for display. I wonder if you go to a wig shop that sells wigs and hair pieces for ladies who are african american- if the little heads have darker "skin".

I tried on a few wigs at the creepy place and they were certain that I should have a wig made out of human hair. The cheapest one was $679.00. The human hair was nice and soft and pretty glamorous. I was told that human hair wigs are high maintenance. They must be washed and styled with products just like you would wash and style your real hair. They can be cut into any style you can dream up. But man- the pressure. If I paid $670.00 for some hair, it gets cut, and i don't like it- I can't just wait a week and let it grow out a little bit. I can keep cutting I guess.

 So, we did not walk out of the first wig shop with any new hair. Here are some pics from that experience:





mid length human hair



 As my friend Deanna pointed out when she saw the long hair pic, what's up with the lady stuck behind the trash can?

sassy long human hair

















Fake Barbie and testing out the blogger in me

I already posted this article on facebook- but i have decided through some encouragement from family members and other friends- that i will try my hand at blogging. i am using my old material so i can practice messing around with the format and setting up the page so it looks nice and cool! here we go!

I am not trying to gross you out or be a downer. but i feel compelled to tell the story about one little secret i am holding very close. i decided i should go VERY public with it because i am hoping that maybe if i tell everyone i know about my ugly little secret then it will not have so much power over me. it's true what they say in the bible about darkness and light. if i can just start talking about it, it will stop holding me captive. i have alopecia areata.

i've had it since i was 18 or 19 years old. it's a auto immune disorder/condition where my body tells my hair not to grow- so it falls out. i think it was first discovered in foxes. the body attacks itself. "ooooooh weeeeeee. what up with that?"

i have a bunch of bald spots or "patches" on my head. for most of my life they haven't been very noticeable. once in college i had a big spot on the top of my head- but i wore hats and headbands to cover it up. other than that one time- i've always been able to cover up the spots without a hat or headband. my hair was long enough or the spots were positioned in such a way that having them wasn't a big deal. now, all of a sudden, i am freaking out. my hair is falling out at an alarming rate. i don't just have 'spots' anymore.

come back for part 2.