meredith's garden

so there will not be any photos of wig shopping. it was not the laugh fest that i had envisioned. as soon as the first one was attempted to be put on my head i lost it. it wasn't pretty. walking into a room full of styrofoam heads filled with what could be my next hair was awful. to be honest, they all looked like some former animal perched on a head. and then i had to pick some that i though might look good. i wanted to die. my poor mom and sister probably had none of these feelings looking at the heads. and i'm sure none of you would have either. but i swear that a couple of them were made out of my late guinea pigs. that's totally what it looked like to me. a bunch of guinea pigs resting on styrofoam heads. some were the short hair variety and some the long, but they could all pass for guineas.

then they put a freaking knee high on my head. a black one at that. and then tried to make a wig small enough to fit my freakishly small head. the employees were very nice, and walked away when i cried, and came back later to help me, but it was awful. what i do know: i should never, ever be blonde. most of the wigs i tried on "for style only- ignore the color" were blonde, and looked awful. also, the grey wig fit my coloring better than the blonde. not sure what to do with that information. cry, or be thankful that maybe i won't *have* to dye my hair for the rest of my life. i did eventually get over myself enough to try on a multitude of wigs and have actual conversations about the pros and cons, etc... my mom and lindz were wonderful, and i didn't have to feel like too big of a jerk.

i ended up ordering a wig that they didn't have there for me to try on. i'm a bit nervous about that, but i'm sure it will be fine. and if it's not i don't have to buy it. and because my family is so amazing, if my insurance doesn't cover it my mom, grandpa and uncle are paying for it. i just really hope it doesn't look like a guinea pig on my head...