“Why pray tell is there a wig in my passenger seat? Chile, I took it off cause it was hot!”
Lady Namera 2020 in an early January 2020 flashback
Good Day Wonderful Followers and Curiosity Seekers, Lady Namera 2020 here to provide a momentary escape into real life hilarity which is always more fun than fiction. I hope that you are well.
DISCLAIMER: Yes this is gonna be real and may require you to go to the loo before reading to ensure there are no accidents real or imagined.
So there I was. It was a long day and my lace front glue was giving way. Yes, Friends, my lace front glue was giving way. I tried to walk all prim, proper and cute to my vehicular destination. But the naughty wig had quite the mind of her own. Yes, I was a bit disconcerted that a mere gust of wind would blow her into the street causing an unavoidable traffic situation from shock, awe, laughter and well um potentially missing the curb and causing bodily harm to myself. Pause…….
Why was I wearing a wig you may ask? Well it is a bit complicated. See what had happened was I had this amazing epiphany that I should embrace my natural beauty, starting with nonchemically altered hair for 2020. Lets go back….
When I was a child I had this thick unruly hair that as I grew older I did not appreciate. I can remember when I was seven or eight my beautician attempted to use a Kiddy Kit (child’s hair relaxer) which was suppose to tame my hair. It didn’t work and she still had to use the hot straightening comb to tame my mane. Over the years I eventually came to become friends with lye perms which eliminated the need for the 450 degree straightening comb with its associated lingering scent of pressed hair, assorted neck, ear and forehead burns. Flash forward…..
At the end of 2019 I had hair breakage from stress and reintroducing chemicals to my hair after a 4 year natural hair journey. Why did I re-introduce the chemicals? Well my natural hair had gotten on my last nerve and I used the creamy crack chemical relaxer to tame my mane. Stay with me now. But now after the damage it seemed apropos to start all over, this time chopping all my hair off rather than transition to natural hair.
INNER MUSING: If you have never chopped all your hair off it is the most exhilarating thing to do. Plus, I found out I have a FABULOUS near bald head meaning I didn’t shave it but nearly. I cannot tell you the freedom I felt. It was EXHILIRATING and EMPOWERING!!!! I had this bright idea that I’d just wear wigs as an accessory until my hair grew out. I also wasn’t sure how my friends, family and co-workers would take my new found freedom. Chile, if I knew how hot those wigs, caps, glue and appurtenances would become I would have thrown caution to the wind sooner. And we’re back…
On the day in which I began this musing, I had to make a long road trip to pick up an item from an office that operates out of a loft. I mention this because it was when I went there with my windbreaker jacket over my suit (I had on long johns too) after wondering around trying to find the office that I realized I should have taken the windbreaker off. In my head I knew I should but my brain was set on departing soon and with it being January, I would need to stay warm. Well, the office I was visiting wanted to introduce everyone to me and I didn’t want to be rude. So, I began to glisten. For those who are uninformed, ladies glisten, men sweat. By the time I got out of there, walked the umpteen steps down to go back to my car, I was so undone.
As I drove back to my office I could feel the back of the wig attempting to do its own thing, the front was still in place. Unfortunately, I needed to brief my bosses before I went home. While briefing my bosses I decided it might be a good time to let them know my wig might fall off. They weren’t quite sure what to think or what I was going to say next, was I pregnant, was I quitting, did I want a raise, was I about to do bodily harm to them with my fallen wig???? The relief on their faces, when I told them I didn’t want to alarm anyone but wanted them to know I cut all my hair off, was priceless. I made sure they knew I wasn’t sick or acting out, just making a hair decision. Un-pause, play….
I made it to the car with out the wayward wig going airborne. What a day, what a day! As I drove home, I made a decision that enough was enough. No one should have to use prayer and sheer will to get their wig to stay on their dome. Then I proceeded to remove said wayward wig, cap, dangling glue and flung her into my passenger’s seat. I even opened the windows to feel the breeze on my new freedom crown. Then I had to close the windows cause it was rather cold outside. That moment became both a source of humor and relief at the precipice of my day. And that Friends is the story of how the wig got into my passenger seat.
I hope you find the freedom to laugh at yourself each day, it is a wonderful stress reliever, just make sure you go to the loo first or you’ll find a new stressor.
That’s it for this musing folks, have an amazing each day on purpose doing what brings you joy.
Until next time,
Lady Namera 2020
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