My wife planned to be out of town for six days in early July, but she tested positive for Covid two days in and returned home early (her case was mild and she has since recovered, and although our son who lives with us also got it, I have escaped so far).
I planned for some Dee time while she was away (those plans evaporated), but I did get a day out with my GG friend Michelle before my wife returned home. She had been suggesting for a while a visit to a local Merle Norman salon to shop for wigs for me, but the days Michelle had available didn’t work with the days the salon was open. Fortunately, Michelle had a Wednesday off, the store was open, and we had a plan.
My other time wig shopping was back in 2016, during my first week of getting out. I found a wig I loved, have worn it repeatedly since then, and I was hopeful I could find a new one I loved.
Upon on arrival, the store manager (Vicky) and Michelle asked what I wanted. I just answered that “I would know it when I see it” and by that I meant seeing it on me.
The two of them pulled wigs and Vicky explained to me the various features and how to put a wig on. I started trying on one and then the next. That meant taking one off and putting another on, but as there weren’t others in the store (other than a customer in another room getting her hair done), I wasn’t bothered–and I’ve become quite relaxed about being in public.
During the process I watched Michelle and Vicky, because their reactions would tell me which ones they liked FAR more than their words. When their eyes and faces lit up I knew which ones they really liked.
After trying on all the wigs once, I narrowed the choices to two of the same style, one blonder and the other more brunette. After I tried on both again, there was only one choice. We all liked the blonde look, including the customer in the other room getting her hair done. It fit nicely, looked good, and Michelle’s face just lit up when I tried it on.
After buying the wig–which took about 90 minutes–I wore it out of the store, because Michelle and I had other girl things to do. First up was some retail therapy at Plato’s Closet and Clothes Mentor in South St. Louis County. Both are secondhand stores (a/k/a for profit thrift stores), with Clothes Mentor being a bit more upscale.
Michelle and I have a standard MO (modus operandi) for our retail therapy sessions. We each browse the racks for things we like, then get separate dressing rooms and try things on. We pop out of our rooms and exchange opinions. Occasionally we will both try on the same thing, as we have similar heights and sizes, although Michelle is probably a size smaller than me.
First was Plato’s, then Clothes Mentor. Michelle found something at both, and I found a Maggy Lindon (my favorite brand) blue dress at Clothes Mentor (unfortunately, no picture though).
After clothes shopping, we stopped at a sex shop (something for Michelle, and yes we discuss sex, but that’s all–she has a boyfriend and I have a wife), and then we stopped Hooter’s for dinner (Michelle’s choice). All in all, a fun day out, and now I have a new look.
FYI, my wife and I hosted a large (probably 200 people) outdoor party at our house the Saturday before Michelle and I went wig shopping. I invited Michelle, and she came with her boyfriend, her brother, her brother’s girlfriend, and her brother’s daughter. Anita knew she was coming, and Michelle went up and introduced herself to Anita (and gave her a big hug). In short, my wife has now met Michelle.
I wrote a similar version of this on an internet board that Kandi and I frequent, and my post generated the following comment by one of the GGs on the forum:
“How fun! Isn’t it amazing how different colors, lengths completely change everything. I wish others felt free enough to experience this. Well done.
I answered with my thanks, and then added “Yes, it is interesting how it does, which is I’m sure why GGs do it from time to time” (referring to how women change their hair style and/or color from time to time).
Another member commented how it is fun, and I agreed and added it was double fun that Michelle came along, after pushing this for a long time.
I then noted this was the second time for me. At the previous sitting, it was just me and the sales lady. She was accepting, if not overly enthusiastic, but after trying looks I knew “the one”–and I wore “the one” to a lot of places over the next five plus years, then climbed on my soap box.
Here’s what I wrote for our forum members, and I will repeat that advice here.
“The right wig gives you confidence, like the right clothes can (a message from my Dangerfield buddy Kira). There is NOTHING like sitting in a store trying something on, and seeing how it looks. Buying from a website based on a picture is a very distant second. Trying it on, seeing it in real time, and you see the look you want (and if you don’t, you keep looking).
There are wig stores everywhere. Vicky, the sales assistant, was showing Michelle and I pictures on her phone of drag queens that she knows. For the record, she’s an older (than me) married woman, formerly an engineer working on roads, and now a retirement second career managing a Merle Norman store. She was enthusiastic, explained each wig, and made me feel extremely comfortable.
There are TONS of shop assistants out there at wig shops who would likely be delighted to help you find “your one” if you would just make the effort and overcome the nagging fears and doubts. Much like there are tons of SAs at Sephora or Ulta or Merle Norman that will help you find your makeup look, but they aren’t going to find you, you have to go out and FIND THEM.
I went from zero to sixty in three days in October 2016. It was a combination of the right makeup, the right wig, and the right clothes. That combination gave me the confidence (plus the acceptance of the people I met) that I could go out, and I haven’t looked back since.”
Happy hunting for YOUR new wig.