by Wise Spirit

Created on: May 04, 2009   Last Updated: September 03, 2009

My wonderful and very mouthy dear Aunt Veronica (in summerland now) was a force to be reckon with. She said what she meant and meant what she said. She didn't take s*&% off of anyone. She raised 9 kids on her own & delivered 5 of those right in her own bed by herself. She was amazing! She also had a collection that I was facinated with. Wigs! No, Auntie was never bald nor was she totally too lazy to comb her hair. She just decided on Monday she wanted curly red hair and on Wednesday she wanted really straight brown hair. She was so funny! I miss her so! At the age of 19 after a hairdresser totally screwed up my hair I went to visit Aunt Veronica. There she let me have a choice of which wig I wanted to have. Any wig that was except for the blonde wig. That was her prized wig. The platinum blonde wig that she'd used (no doubt) that got her to child number 9! It was a sleek, sexy long platinum blonde wig with a wavy bang in the front. I'd never seen her wear it, but I'd imagine her in a red leather outfit with 3 inch heels to match! Oh Aunt Veronica, how you made me smile.

After my bad hair experience, I'd began to wear wigs on the regular. Much to my husbands dismay. He'd wonder why someone with hair would need one. Heck, it's fun. I can be a different person every day if I so choose. Well, in all my years I've never owned a blonde wig. Heck, I've owned a purple afro wig (punk party), but I've never had a blonde wig. Well, yesterday after I'd decided that my regular wig looked a bit "tired", I decided to go wig shopping. Low & behold, my husband decided to go with me (he's NEVER done this before). When we get there, I'm checking out the brown curly, the black boy cut, the auburn wavy (ladies- you know the language). My husband returns from the back of the store proclaiming "what about this one? I like this one" In his hand is a sleek shoulder length blonde wig. Not platinum blonde like Aunt Veronica's but just as sexy. "Dear I can't wear that!" It's too much for me. I didn't mean too much money, I meant too sexy, too young, too slender, too lively, too...too, not me! I left the store with my usual black short length wavy wig. As we got into the car my husband asked me to wait a minute while he went to a store to get a few snacks for the kids. I sat in the car cursing myself for not getting that beautiful wig. I deserved it! I'm still easy on the eyes! I'm still young! I felt like I did when Aunt Veronica told me to pick any wig but the blonde one. When my husband gets back in the car, he's got chips, iced tea & that blonde wig! He tells me how beautiful I am and how this wig will look great on me.

Well, friends today I tried on that blonde wig and you know what? I still got it! This girl looked GOOD today! Why the heck didn't I do this sooner?! Do me a favor, don't put off tomorrow what you can do today! Don't wait until your slimmer, don't wait until you're richer, don't wait until you're married. Do it today! Do it for you. I am a blonde my friends. And Damn I look good

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