July
2009
Guiding a Beautiful Soul’s Quest for the Perfect Human Hair Wigs
Our group of friends didn’t think the sparkling Amelia Dreskell, our family friend, might someday wear wigs. Her voluminous hair and fashion was synonymous with her personality. But surprise surprise. There’s no doubt “Lady Fabulous” will be eternally known for her style. Only a handful of souls can tell she dons human hair wigs. Guess it’s no secret anymore.
As mere children in the hill country, we once stole the spotlights to every dance. Then her alopecia kicked in and her hair thinned spottily. I hinted about these lace wigs. Oh well, it didn’t matter much. Unfazed by medical hair loss, she fearlessly unveiled her bald-headed look.
Attending the school’s baseball championship, we taunted the players until some kluts retardedly launched the orb (or however you say it) into the stands. She reached out for the thing and her hand-knitted “head sweater” (her idea) flew right off, uncovering her hair (or lack thereof). Like nothing happened, she tossed the ball back to the field. She’s that kind of girl.
That said, nobody is perfect. Not too long after we got together for a game of bridge, where she grabbed my arm and told me that she opts to go bald as a statement. She would never become dependent on well crafted lace front wigs, secretly acknowledging she knew it was a good idea. Then just like that the punk became beet pink in the face and asked that I can’t mention it again. I had to oblige.
There was no way to get her words out of my head. Later on, I talked about getting her a new wig. Eventually we both arrived at an agreement: we’d buy each other wigs I used my credit card, and it was worth it.
Not sure who was more stunned by how natural they looked. I never imagined that synthetic wigs could be so confidence inspiring for so many women. These lace wigs made her so lovely. Personally, I built an entirely contemporary ensemble to wear with our wigs. We’re inseparable, you know. Not long ago she thanked me for the wig, and disclosed that it fosters a lost identity that she’d forgotten. It’s touching to see little miss attitude rediscover the sassy, feminine girl I remember. Friends can do anything!
