Oh Wig! Oh Wig!
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
This season, you're big,
You have another gig,
You, people dig,
On their heads dance a jig
Add zag to their zig,
And complete their rig,
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
One of my favourite possessions is a bright fuscia pink / red-violet wig. It's beautiful -- a nice bob cut and sophisticated bangs. I bought it in Seoul (trivia: Seoul is the best place to buy wigs. The Tongdaemun market has got the best selection of wigs of all shapes and colours for the cheapest prices.) to give a cousin (who at that time was getting married and had asked me to be part of his entourage but was nervous about it because a girl with a piercings and tattoos isn't usually standard in traditional weddings) a heart attack. It worked. I donned the wig on just before I got off the cab from the airport and got home. When he saw me with my fuscia bob, I think he nearly died. I told him not to worry about the hair because it would go well with his wedding's periwinkle motiff, and he sputtered. I think he had visions of his wife-to-be walking out on him at the wedding rehearsal and his then soon-to-be mother-in-law fainting.
From that moment onwards, that wig became part of my list of favourite things. I love it so much I bought a special wooden head for it so it will keep its shape and serve as an art piece for my room.
Apparently, everyone loves that wig just as much. Today, I received three messages from three different people asking if they could borrow my wig and take it to their office Xmas parties. My sister needs it for her Anime character costume. Another friend needs it for her hooker costume. And yet another wants it for a Sexy Santa Baby performance. Oh and yeah, it's currently with one of my aunts because she used it for her office party.
So the tally is currently stands at:
Xmas Party invites for the wig: 4 (and counting. I'm sure my brother would have use for it on his own Xmas party. Ditto other friends.)
Xmas Party invites for me: 0 (there's one with the Weirdoks but I'm organising that, and I don't think inviting myself to that party counts)
Like an aging has-been, I feel equally proud and pathetic about the wig. Happy to lend it out to family and friends. Very proud that the wig is having a life of its own outside my bedroom, and adorning other heads besides its wooden pedestal. But, man, it's pretty pathetic that it's getting a lot more action than I am.
Need to find me an office Xmas Party to crash soon. I will not be out-done by my own wig.
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
Don't be such a pig,
And hog everyone's gig,
Or your pretty hair, I will rig,
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
(How's that for a rhyme, Oh, jhybeturtle! Oh, jhybeturtle! Remember that hilarious boatride in Bangok?)
This season, you're big,
You have another gig,
You, people dig,
On their heads dance a jig
Add zag to their zig,
And complete their rig,
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
One of my favourite possessions is a bright fuscia pink / red-violet wig. It's beautiful -- a nice bob cut and sophisticated bangs. I bought it in Seoul (trivia: Seoul is the best place to buy wigs. The Tongdaemun market has got the best selection of wigs of all shapes and colours for the cheapest prices.) to give a cousin (who at that time was getting married and had asked me to be part of his entourage but was nervous about it because a girl with a piercings and tattoos isn't usually standard in traditional weddings) a heart attack. It worked. I donned the wig on just before I got off the cab from the airport and got home. When he saw me with my fuscia bob, I think he nearly died. I told him not to worry about the hair because it would go well with his wedding's periwinkle motiff, and he sputtered. I think he had visions of his wife-to-be walking out on him at the wedding rehearsal and his then soon-to-be mother-in-law fainting.
From that moment onwards, that wig became part of my list of favourite things. I love it so much I bought a special wooden head for it so it will keep its shape and serve as an art piece for my room.
Apparently, everyone loves that wig just as much. Today, I received three messages from three different people asking if they could borrow my wig and take it to their office Xmas parties. My sister needs it for her Anime character costume. Another friend needs it for her hooker costume. And yet another wants it for a Sexy Santa Baby performance. Oh and yeah, it's currently with one of my aunts because she used it for her office party.
So the tally is currently stands at:
Xmas Party invites for the wig: 4 (and counting. I'm sure my brother would have use for it on his own Xmas party. Ditto other friends.)
Xmas Party invites for me: 0 (there's one with the Weirdoks but I'm organising that, and I don't think inviting myself to that party counts)
Like an aging has-been, I feel equally proud and pathetic about the wig. Happy to lend it out to family and friends. Very proud that the wig is having a life of its own outside my bedroom, and adorning other heads besides its wooden pedestal. But, man, it's pretty pathetic that it's getting a lot more action than I am.
Need to find me an office Xmas Party to crash soon. I will not be out-done by my own wig.
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
Don't be such a pig,
And hog everyone's gig,
Or your pretty hair, I will rig,
Oh, Wig! Oh, Wig!
(How's that for a rhyme, Oh, jhybeturtle! Oh, jhybeturtle! Remember that hilarious boatride in Bangok?)