It’s Wig Time: Mutual Understanding for My Friend’s Lost Hair
Not many never imagined the incredible Caroline Upton, my life-long soul mate, might someday need a collection of wigs. Her terrific long black hair flowed in sync with impeccable style. Have you seen her lately? There’s no question she will always be the center of attention for her attitude. Not many in town can tell she lives confidently wearing well-crafted African American wigs. Guess it’s no secret anymore.
When we were mere children in Arizona, we regularly stole the spotlights to every dance. A few years went by before her women’s hair loss took its toll and she became nearly bald. I hinted about these lace wigs. Whatever, it didn’t matter much. The incredible woman fearlessly fully owned her innate beauty.
Appearing at her fiance’s roller hockey tournament, we taunted the players until a numbskull accidentally flung the ball (or however you say it) into the bleachers. She jumped up for it when her hand-knitted “head sweater” (her idea) landed in a beer, uncovering her naked head. Like nothing happened, she tossed the ball to the game official. What’d I tell ya about her spunk?
That said, who can be invincible at all times? One time at our semi-monhtly stroll to the art gallery, where she very sincerely told me that she opts to do without hair as a statement. She could never spend money on women’s medical wigs, secretly acknowledging she wanted her hair back. She then our fearless protagonist turned flush red and requested that I should think nothing more of it. So I did.
I couldn’t drop it. Shortly after, I IM’d with her about settling the wig issue. Eventually we both came to the obvious conclusion: we were going wig shopping! We have a knack for making online wig shopping fun.
She and I were bewildered by the wide selection of hair colors, textures and styles. We couldn’t believe that human hair wigs are so professionally crafted for people, even superstars. These lace front wigs were exactly what she needed. I arranged a delightfully contemporary ensemble to match our wigs. Its become an inside joke, if you haven’t heard. The other day she gave me a photo of us in our wigs and thanked me for her dignified synthetic wig, and confessed it rekindles new vibrance that she’d forgotten. It’s heartwarming to realize my best friend rediscover the sassy, feminine girl I remember. I’m right there with her.