Wigs are Rad. Oh, and Fuck Cancer. Also in Which I Provide Photographic Evidence of How Ugly I Look with Black Hair
Home, exhausted, and ready for some serious rest and relaxation this weekend. Just now, I sat down at my computer, and almost started writing, “one good thing about cancer is wigs,” but it felt like an asinine statement to make, and I just couldn’t do it. So scratch that, because I am in no position to assert whether or not there are good things about cancer. And “fuck cancer” seems to be a rather appropriate sentiment. It’s no wonder so many cancer advocacy groups and support organizations started by people in their 20s and 30s have adopted “fuck cancer” as their slogan. Not fuck it as in forget about it, but fuck it as in find it, find it early, attack it with evidenced based cancer treatment, recover, walk through all the shit and come out smelling like roses, go into remission, and live cancer free. Basically, FUCK THE CANCER!
Despite the severity of her current situation, while I was staying with Marz intermittently this past week, I not only enjoyed the pleasure of her company, she is amazingly lucid and pleasant given the circumstances, I also thoroughly entertained myself with her extensive collection of wigs.
They are displayed on a shelf in her guest room, so I got to sleep with them every night. Even tough I dyed my hair almost every one of these colors in high school, that was ages ago, and I just couldn’t resist seeing how I would look without my blonde hair.
This is what my hair looked like before I started trying on Marz’s wigs. I had to shove and tuck a lot. I’m surprised they even fit!
See? I TOLD you I had photographic evidence of how ugly I am with black hair. I’m sure that having this knowledge makes you feel like a more complete human being. I am ALL about education people.
Like the upturned collar? Totally trying to glam up my pink flannel “I Love Lucy” Pajamas. Classy, right?
If I could be as adventurous as I used to be, I would go with the lavender hair. I follow a lot of Harajuku fashion sites, and I see photos of so many cute Harajuku girls with lavender hair. But I worry about being too old for “punky” hair color, and a lot of time, money, and effort has gone into achieving my current shade of blonde, and I do love it!
And it must have been getting late at this point. Look how dazed I look, like Winona Ryder on the red carpet! I used to love the burgundy hair, and I know burgundy and merlot are having a fashion resurgence, but if I play with this trend, it will be with some article of clothing or possibly even shoes, but not my hair!
On a side note, I ordered one of those monthly beauty sample kits from Glossy Box. It’s like a wine of the month club for product junkies. You get a box full of deluxe size samples, and even some full size products. They have you fill out a beauty profile so that they can send products tailored to your needs. Can’t wait for the first delivery! Will share any good discoveries of course!
♥♥♥ Alice Marie Lolita ♥♥♥
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