Back in high school I hosted a sleepover birthday party for a friend and one of the guests brought a blue wig I immediately donned with great enthusiasm. In retrospect a blue wig seems like something odd to bring to a slumber party, but I don't recall thinking it was strange at the time. That night I was pretty excited to see what I looked like with a blue bob which yes, was strikingly similar to my hair now. In fact, when I first trimmed my hair into a bob-style cut I texted Thomas that the next time he saw me my hair would look like a wig, thankfully he didn't actually think it did. I can still see that old wig when I look in the mirror though; I wore it most of that night until it got too itchy and I suppose the desire for a more permanent version never really died. Of course, now with blue hair most of the time I forget it's an odd color or convince myself it looks black in a shadowy room. Not really sure what got me on the wig ramble today, maybe just the interesting idea about how things come full circle...
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