Chez Spud

Dragged out of the archives for Scribbit’s July’s Write Away contest as ‘My most adventurous moment’…wearing a blonde swishy wig for a day. Quite an adventure for an elfin cropped curly brunette:

I want therefore I get, it’s simple enough. I’ve always, always wanted blonde swishy hair in an elegant bob rather than the brunette frizz bomb that I have. So I bit the bullet and bought a wig and, once I’d tussled it off Postman Andy who was surprisingly reluctant to give it up, I wore it for most of today. Yes, you read that right, I didn’t just pop it on for a photo. I wore it all day. In public. With people looking and everything. Never let it be said that I am not committed to my Secrets!

Here I am all dressed up and ready to go in to town for my swishy day, trusty iphone camerabag application to the ready:

I was feeling a bit nervous and felt sure everyone was pointing and staring at me behind my swishy back. So I eased myself in with a little sit down in the market square, unsure of which might attract more attention…a crazy woman very clearly wearing a wig with tufts of curly brown hair sticking out…or a crazy woman taking photos of herself…you decide:

I was too self-conscious to ponder for long so took a deep breath and went in to the very posh dress shop – quite an ambitious choice. It was going quite well until, arggh, the owner engaged me in conversation about my shoes and I felt all flustered – I hadn’t really reckoned on up close and personal human interaction. So I took a quick snap while she was dealing with another customer and made a hasty exit. Here I am looking very furtive and a little sallow – nerves?

Next I popped in to a kind of gift shop with some clothes and, hurrah, found a dress for a family party this weekend. Note the vacuum cleaner in the changing room. Kind of odd. I thought I’d take a full length snap of me before trying it on…I dressed up to match my swishy wig, I didn’t think the swishy wig was a jeans and skanky T shirt kind of gal:

The dress, nice huh? And a bargainatious £40 reduced from £130, so that’s another £90 in my dressing up box kitty. Hope the frock suits me with my regular frizz bomb hairstyle though, I’m a bit anxious it won’t. I considered taking the swishy wig off to check but it was a nightmare to get on and, besides, I was quite attached to her by this point:

Let’s pause for a moment for a from the hip shot of the shop. Mmm, I love this shop but every time I go in there I get overwhelmed and generally buy nothing even though I want everything. Why is that? The shop is called Little Mermaid, how do you like that ye Blog Camp 1.0 people? A little bit of serendipity.

Emboldened by my success I then swished off for an early lunch, and here I am looking pretty chirpy at the cafe:

And it was right around now that things started to go a little pear shaped. Firstly, I had a banging headache (ouch those wigs PINCH, mean cows) but much more problematically…the wind started to get up. There’s quite a breeze at the best of times down by the water and I had not factored for that in my al fresco seating choice. The appeal of the swishyness wore off very fast as it swished repeatedly in to my eyes, nose and mouth and stuck to my lip gloss. And I felt sure it was blowing around in such a way that tufts of my real hair were now showing. A surreptitious feel confirmed this to be the case so I quickly scuttled back to the car to banish the tufts before carrying on with my errands. Here I am at the post office, wig slipping in to my eyes and looking a bit antsy:

By this point I really wanted my own hair back, the wig was slipping forward and my head was slowly being boiled alive. But I wanted to try out my swishy on someone that knew me. So I drove over to my friend’s house to collect some cakes she made for me (she is the BEST kind of friend, the clever cake making type). This was her reaction:

Her verdict? That swishy suits me, makes me look ‘so young and pretty’. Hmmm, because my frizz bomb hair makes me….? I considered a Grudge Book entry but the cakes were in her favour. And besides I agree that I look younger in swishy, I guess she hides more wrinkles? Not sure about pretty but I think it suits me?

So now I know what it’s like to have blonde, swishy hair and now I think I want it even more than before – oh no. As for whether blondes have more fun, well I couldn’t possibly comment – this isn’t ‘that’ sort of blog ;-)

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