Our funny guest blogger today is Nicole. 🙂
I have a serious problem. A four letter word. In fact, it’s my favorite four letter word. And I know I’m not the only one…there are others of you out there and I want you to know that you’re not alone.
It all started last May. I’m the type of person that likes to constantly change my hair. Cut, grow, repeat. So, I had cut my hair into a pixie the previous fall. For those of you that have never grown out a pixie cut, I can assure you that it is a nightmare of the highest order. I have a fair amount of hair, but it’s very fine and half curly, half weird kinky. I spent a very frustrating 45 or so minutes every morning attempting to transform the hideous mess on my head into something that passed as an actual hairstyle. It’s a wonder that my children ever made it to school on time. I had gotten Great Lengths extensions about three and a half months prior to make it look like an asymmetrical bob. Extensions are fabulous (and very expensive), however, they start sucking around three and half months. One day they’re seemingly fine…the next you may lose your sh*t if they aren’t gone from your head pronto. I may have spent a lot of time googling to see if I could remove them myself because my hair appointment was still two more weeks out. I MAY have smothered them in olive oil and pulled out my handy pliers because I read about a brilliant DIY removal method on Yahoo Answers. Most mornings ended in tears and definitely with more swearing than when I was pushing out my twins during my crunchy granola natural childbirth. After that much money, time, and effort, I was STILL never satisfied with my hair. It was infuriating. And frustrating. And I’d had it.
Enter wigs.<insert angels singing, harps playing, and heavenly lights>
I googled wigs. I started watching wig reviews on Youtube. I spent HOURS watching wig reviews – likely more like days when you add it all up. For a tiny fraction of the cost for one set of bonded extensions that would last maybe 4 months, I could have a wig? And hair that always looked amazing and perfect? With little to no effort?? Are you freaking kidding me?? Where had wigs been all of my life???
This was really the beginning of the end for me. I ordered Jon Renau’s Ignite thinking I’d just wear that until my hair got to a manageable length. I scoff at myself now just thinking back on it. That I actually thought that one wig would do it. Then it was Julianne with her beautiful beachy waves. Alessandra and her luscious layers. Heidi. Rachel. Amber. Radiant Beauty. Carrie. I would go on, but honestly, I’m pretty sure I’m premenopausal and my memory has been kinda spotty lately (that’s seriously a thing, google it).
I had hair mail arriving at least once, sometimes twice a week. You know the high…if I could bottle it I would. My fiancé literally used google to find out if I had a “wig” problem (AS IF) that required an intervention. Like, for real. SMH.
In the last 8-9 months I’ve purchased close to probably 30 wigs. They haven’t all been love, but I’ve found that I can make almost any wig mine. As someone who thrives on change, wigs have been a gift. They’ve changed my life enormously. It is amazing to always have perfect hair, to change the color of my hair on a whim, or to pick the hair that goes best with my outfit – or my mood. It is precious moments of my life saved that I can use towards things I actually enjoy doing…or sleeping LOL. I spread the “wig word” to other ladies every chance I can get because I really believe that if more women knew about the amazingness of wigs, the world would be a much happier place. Because women would surely take over once our time was freed up from all of the hair doing.
It is this that lead me to shave my head last month – well, to beg my fiancé to do it for me. My bio hair was no longer MY hair. It was this inconvenient thing that I wasn’t happy with. Something smooshed under a wig cap all day that looked like crap when I took my wig off. It was wasted effort. And most importantly, it was marring the look of my beautiful monotop part LOL. So, I shaved it. I was scared I might regret it but I have always been a risk taker. I’m so glad that I did. I haven’t regretted it for a second. I don’t feel any less feminine. I feel LIBERATED. And most importantly, my part is flawless.
So, as Taylor Swift would say, sorry bio hair, but…Weeeeeeeee are never, ever, ever, ever, getting back together. Like EVER.
Notes by Gina from CysterWigs
Thank you Nicole for sharing! I quite enjoyed reading your post.
Styles in photo:
Arrow by Ellen Wille, Editor’s Pick by Raquel Welch, Alessandra by Jon Renau, Courtney by Jon Renau, Angelina Mono SF by Belle Madame (this style was available for a limited time only), Gisele by Jon Renau, and Stevie by Amore
Styles mentioned in post:
Ignite by Jon Renau, Julianne by Jon Renau, Alessandra by Jon Renau, Heidi by Jon Renau, Rachel by Jon Renau, Amber by Jon Renau, Radiant Beauty by Gabor, and Carrie Elite by Jon Renau.