Not so, apparently. I decided to hunt for wigs on Trademe and found ones that although weren't dead ringers for real hairstyles, were close enough that they might be worth purchasing. $15.50 and two days later, I drove home in excitement and pulled a small amount of silky but dead weight out of a courier bag. It was kinda freaky, actually. Almost like a little dead animal.
I giggled at it for a bit and then plonked it onto my head, where it clearly looked like a wig. After having my younger brother say I looked like I was from the 70s and my youngest brother say I looked ridiculous (while looking a little scared, I might add) I was somewhat disheartened. I wore it for a bit to see how it felt (I can't wear hats for long because my extremely sensitive forehead gets itchy reaaalllly quickly) and then Mum came home. And made a :/ face. I made a :( face. And then I put it on her...
And we both made :D faces. So much hilarity ensued! I was laughing so much that I was doubled over in pain from laughter. My dad coming home and telling me I am a very weird child didn't help. The wig made up for its price in that laughter alone!
I changed out of my boring work clothes into my "I feel awesome wearing this" clothes and instantly felt better. Add a blue headband (my favourite colour) and bright pink makeup (my second favourite colour) and all of a sudden my new wig looks less 70s sad and more 50s housewife gone crazy. Ohhh yeah.
But do not take my word for it! Take a look yourselves and agree with me: crazy 1950s housewife vibe, yes?
|Blue blush, just for a change. Next time I might endarken my eyebrows too.|