I love a good wig

Every Halloween I get my 9$ Sav-on hair out of the closet and I’m good to go. 

This year I wore it to the office on friday, to dinner after and to a dinner party on Halloween. It’s both ugly and ridiculous, so of course I love it. Wearing a wig means you’re someone different. In this case, a hideous old lady with a big grey rats nest.

But there’s a weird sort of freedom it gives you, you’re in costume and there are no consequences. I get to say anything and blame it on the wig. So I can see why women have different hair just for fun and special occasions. I’m thinking about buying a new one, but fab and sassy, for my Thanksgiving trip home to Austin. 

There’s gotta be a wig shop near here.