I have discovered that the option I have for having a wig professionally thinned or styled is not an actual option. So, it’s up to me. I decided to practice on my cheapest, puffiest wig, the infamous Shirley. She has only been out in public once, adorned with peacock feathers for the opera.
This is Shirley right out of the box.
This is Shirley after I thinned her.
This is Shirley after I gave her a night to settle down.
I know. She’s even BIGGER. She’s defiant, this one.
By the way, when I took that middle photo, with the red t-shirt, I truly thought, “What has gone wrong with my iPhone camera? Is it broken? Why do I look so hideous?”
I will tell you why. Because for four years I’ve been looking at myself through a Zoom filter, just like you see in the bottom photo. If the Zoom filter isn’t between me and reality, then the flattering bathroom lighting is, or my eyes are tired and unfocused.
I think Shirley might need a stern talking to about her inappropriate behavior, and restraint, and controlling oneself.
4 responses to “Shirley Refuses to Be Controlled”
… that’s impressive. Does she calm down at all if you do the finger-comb-with-water thing, or does that absolutely not work on plastic hair?
KC – Yes, it does work a little on plastic hair, but it’s even better to use the silicone spray.
Okay I LOVE Shirley. Shirley is how I kind of want my hair to look – but yes, curious how Thinning seems to be Thickening. I think with some taming she’d be fantastic on you. And I’ve never used the Zoom filter (because I don’t know how) and I invariably hate selfies of myself – my daughter just taught me (or reminded me of) flipping the image to make it look like you see yourself in the mirror, which helps a little. But the lines, the rolls, the middle-aged humanity…
Allison – you might have given me the courage to wear Shirley to the urologist tomorrow.