I’ve been threatening to show up to an outing with the girl’s wearing a wig. I don’t think the girls thought I’d actually do it, but I finally worked up the nerve on Saturday.
I’ve been wanting some “Saturday Hair” (Pserendipity, 2011) for a while. In my mind I would have an array of wigs at the ready. I’d show up to work every day rockin a new look. I’d be stylish, fun and fancy!
In reality, I lost my nerve. Friday morning I woke up ready to don my new hair and right before I was supposed to walk out the door, I chickened out. I wasn’t ready for all the questions and looks from dumb people that don’t know any better.
I did work up the nerve to wear it Friday night to dinner, and on Saturday I really didn’t have a choice but to wear it because I was so busy wearing errands before the big event.
Just as I suspected, Safety and Dark&Lovely didn’t care, CaliSlim made fun of me and Rehab was nonplussed. Regan, of course, just wanted to pull my curls.
It was fun rockin my new look, but I still don’t think I’m ready to wear it to work. I think it will continue to be my “go out” hair or my Saturday hair.
So what do you think? Fun and flirty? Or utterly ridiculous?