Headtights

For those of you who have ever wore a wig, even as part of a costume or fancy dress, you will know how itcy and sweaty your head can get. Clearly permanent wigs are designed somewhat better but still, the sensation can be the same, namely highly irritating.

One strategy to help here is a wig cap or head tights as I call it. It's a bit like a putting a pair of your mothers American tan coloured tights over your head, before you put on your wig. That said the wearing of this piece of magic, is nothing short of a small miracle.

These, as I have now learned, so called wig caps, last a long time. Yet like with any hosiery they are prone to holes and laddering.

So the one I have, which is my last one, is really done now. It is soooooo past its best, but as its my last one, I can't just discard it, as it really is better than nothing.

Many of you will be wondering why I just don't go out and get some new ones, but let me tell you, it isn't that easy.

The first reason is that I don't know where to buy them. The ones I own were always given to me by hairdresser / wig supplier who lives about 6000km away. Some might say well order some from the internet, well this isn't too easy as I actually didn't know what they were called. This makes googling kind of hard. However today, I did learn what they are officially called. Wig caps.

So today I decided enough was enough and plunged into the internet, looking for a wig supplier in my 30km radius. I found one and committed to drive there to get some.
It really wasn't that difficult.

So today was the day. Whilst my lovely family were resting and enjoying "quiet time", I jumped in the car and headed to the adress my loyal laptop had given me.

The shop was on a long Boulevard, embedded silently in a strip mall, which only North America knows how to do. I will miss these strip malls, when we leave, they really are quite magnificent.
As I entered the shop I got excited. It was a shop full of wigs, all shapes sizes, colours and types. It really was alopecian heaven. Think shoes girls, shelves and shelves of shoes, in all different shapes and colours. Picture this and then you might get a sense of the emotion!

The lady who kindly served me, who after a bit of scrutiny, I realized was wearing a wig, was called Meghan. She knew all about the accessories and choices that I could make and helped me out immediately. Like anyone in such a shop, I couldn't walk around and not get inspired. I think for the first time I began considering the options really possible.

So whilst in the shop, I made another choice, a very bold one. Next time I go back there, I am taking a friend with me. Someone who can help me navigate the choices and give me real feedback on how to best spend my monthly salary.

Watch out for a future post on "leap of faith" to hear how it went!

(yes I have decided upon the blog title already, despite actually not having had the experience, yet!)