The Wigs Didn’t Make It

Yesterday I decided to buy a new wig.

I accidentally allowed the movers to take my bin of wigs and pack them in the back 40 of my storage room, far away from any hope of finding them before I had to leave Houston.

I have been in Shreveport for almost a week and have pretty much worn a slicked back bun every day.

Tight hair buns caused some alopecia in the back of my head in the past, so I knew that I needed to eventually buy a new wig…or figure something out.

I went to a nearby beauty supply store to check out the options and had a very typical “Black woman goes to the beauty supply store experience.”

A list of common experiences at a beauty supply store

This beauty supply store was the size of a small WalMart!

This is one of the first things I saw while browsing. I want to have a word with the model and visual designer of this durag:

Why is this man giving the strongest duck lips I’ve ever seen? And the guy on the white package has a smoldering stare, as if he’s on the cover of an urban romance novel.

Every time I look at those packages, I laugh again.

Let’s move on to the WIG SELECTION!

WIG SELECTION

This wig was too long and would require more work than I am prepared to do. I’d likely need a few sets of rollers to put curls in it and I would need to find someone to cut it down. It’s also a bit darker than I wanted.

The saleslady convinced me to try this one on. I thought she was very sweet to think I could pull this off, but I had to inform her that I sit at a desk and write most of the day. I have no occasions for Beyonce’ level glamour. I felt like I looked like I was on the way to audition for a role as Farah Faucett playing a 1970s mermaid. You can see that I was giggling on the inside.

This is the one that I actually bought. It’s a bit tame and boring, but it was somewhat affordable ($79) and the color is a little bit interesting. This is also the only one that my mom approved of, lol.