the order of things

me: i’m bored
her: me too. what should we do?
me: i have a hannah montana wig (i bought it as a gag gift. i swear) want to try it on?
her: sure. i always wondered what i’d look like blonde (with perfect crease lines throughout my hair)



me: you look like garth from wayne’s world (she did)
her: i look like a cross-dresser (also true)
me: dare you to wear it to work tomorrow
her: i’ll think about it (she didn’t)

1. some day i'll figure out how to turn this to face the right way

2. in the meantime, enjoy the change of angle. and the amazing dance..

3. oh yeah and there's no sound so use your creative liberty to add dialogue. was i really born in this generation that's supposed to be so tech savvy?

4. notice the blue shrug on meghan. she added that for hannah montana/cross dresser effect. doesn't take away from the fact that she looks like garth

i spy

meghan asked me last night if her hair looked like a wig. it normally doesn’t. it did. we couldn’t figure it out. maybe because it was poofing just right at her scalp. maybe because her bangs weren’t properly resting on her face. maybe because for some reason, every single strand of hair had stayed in the exact same position the entire day. maybe because she put it on crooked when she was getting ready in the morning.

whatever the reason, it made me think fondly of king street in alexandria, virginia. it’s enough to walk down the street and see this storefront



have you ever seen a moustache wig? how about a moustache wig on a female mannequin. i never was quite sure what exactly this store was promoting. let's not even start about the gold man on the floor. but before you can fully comprehend what in the world, you get to the next storefront.



another wig shop. two wig shops independent of each other. right next door to each other. on king street. have you ever seen such a creepy store in your life? i had a boss who actually looked like that first head. he was a he. talk about dreading going into work. at least this one (as far as i know) doesn’t carry wig-staches. neither does the wigshop two blocks down the road. all i know is i do not want to be walking by myself down king street at night.*

three wigshops within half a mile of each other. must be the high population of spies in the greater dc area.


* people will try to tell you that king street is actually probably one of the safest streets in the eastern united states. but don't be fooled- the wigs say it all.

the art of hair

when it comes to vanity, the one thing i’m not ashamed to spend money on is my hair. my hair and i have a very amiable relationship – it does what i want it to do in return for me promising not to a) fry it or b) shave it off. so far so good (only, the 80s don’t count because i was too young to be held accountable for any and all perms my hair went through (thanks mom)). oh and maybe this fried my hair a little bit


but it was fun and fruit-stripey and probably not the most conservative thing i could have done while working at an all-about-image law firm. but that’s okay because i never wore nylons either like i was supposed to. or maybe that makes it not so okay…either way, the point is – i can sort of empathize with your recent anxiety, nat nat. only your freakout is more legit because i was in dc and you work in provo…

so one of the first things on my to-do lists when i move to a new place is to find a worthwhile hairdresser (i have a pretty extensive list of good salons across the u.s. if anyone’s looking). i found (and heart) michael at flirt salon right away. he’s so great because a) he’ll spend 3+ hours on my hair to make it look just right (most people quit after 2…i have a lot of hair). b) he has a tattoo of a homestar-runner lookalike star on the inside of his arm – it’s just something to look at when you’re getting your hair cut for 3 hours. c) in his spare time, he runs a real estate business and is always trying to sell me a house. d) i just found out he races and shows horses. so that’s a funny combination. i wanted to ask him if he uses foils to dye his horses’ hair too and i wanted to suggest that they should go blond, but then i thought they probably look okay with their natural color.

meghan is not so lucky at finding good stylists. i told her about michael right away, but she didn’t listen and went to some lady that made her look like a member of the cast for hairspray. finally, she just went to michael and was very pleased. except that she asked for bangs and got fringe. here’s the difference – bangs are short and go straight down. fringe is longer - more like a layer and kind-of swoops to the side (picture my hand motions). here’s her hair


i went a few days after her and asked for fringe. he gave me bangs. here’s my hair. what do you think? pretend like i don’t look neked. i’m not. but do i look like a 12 year old? it’s grown on me and as you can see, i try to make it look like fringe, but sometimes i’m envious of meghan’s fringe. only in my head though. i think it becomes one of the seven sins if i say it outloud. wait…i just did…crap

i was going to photoshop meghan’s fringe on my hair and my bangs on hers, but it turns out that looks really scary, so i’ll just let you use your imagination. we don’t do enough of that these days.