When I went on the hunt for the perfect wig, I was disappointed by the boring, old-lady-like appearance of most of them. The styling of wigs, at least in this country, leaves a lot to be desired. A friend told me that I should go to a big costume store in downtown Mexico City. But with my ebbing energy, making it all the way to downtown, wig-hunting and coming back, seemed like an impossible mission. My neighbor told me of yet another place, which is coincidentally on the way between our place and Manu's.
When I entered the store, I was excited with the variety. Blue, green, purple wigs, long, short, straight and curly wigs... I saw at least ten that I liked. Most of them I did not like on me, though. That is where I got the punk-ish wig that almost looks like myself--at least in spirit and intention--which I posted some days ago.
I also saw a curly wig that I liked a lot. I loved it because it is the kind of hair that I would like to have. This would be the hair of my very dark-skinned or black alter ego, and I would arrange it into tiny braids. Very cool.
When Gabo took me to the movies to see The Muppets, I wore this wig. I sunk into my seat and felt like the little girl I was when my dad introduced me to The Muppets' Show. When we left the theater, I saw my reflection in a window. I had to laugh at myself. This wig doesn't make me look cool--it makes me look like Fozzie Bear!
So, here it is for you to see: my Fozzie Bear-like alter ego.
hee hee! good one.
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