Week 15

    I swear I don't have multiple personalities. But for one day I wasn't me, I was Vicky. Actually, it wasn't even a full day, it was more like a few hours. 

   

    It all started in Ashland on my road trip. My friend Noelle and I were exploring the town and found ourselves randomly strolling into a costume store. As we walked in, our eyes were immediately drawn to the many, many wigs that lined the tops of all the shelves of the shop. The wigs were dyed platinum blonde to autumn red, jet black, and every shade of brown you could imagine. And the styles seemed endless as well, everything from Jackie's bouffant, Einstein's fro, to Keri Russell's curls... and anything in between. I've never tried on a wig before (except for those cheap and tinseled, colored ones you find in Halloween shops) so I was very tempted to play dress up on my head. Noelle was as equally enthused, so we just went buck wild with the wigs. All of the blonde wigs pretty much made me look like a tranny so I ended up finding a short, brunette wig named 'Vicky' that made sassiness and spunk ooze out of my being. So I bought it,  it was cheap. And Noelle bought one too...because that's what everybody does on road trips, right? They dress up in wigs and go camping? 

    Noelle was bold and just rocked her blonde bob all week, which she pulled off with confidence and swagger. I finally found the courage to bust mine out near the very end of our journey while we were in  Hood River. Why, you may ask, would I wear a wig in a tiny and outdoorsy town known for it's orchards and fruit? Yeah, I'm not actually sure why.. I guess I figured that a better question was 'why not?'  As I walked down the street, a cute old couple sitting down for breakfast looked at us through the cafe window with dropped chins. I got a stare from a hot guy in a beat up old pick-up with pears in the bed. Two good looking chaps that wore fireman t-shirts gave us double takes over their morning coffee. I wasn't sure if it was because we were two young girls wearing dresses in Hood River, or if it was because we were two young girls in dresses and wigs in Hood River. The folks there probably just thought we were from LA (yikes!). 

    

   We giggled our way down the streets, and then discovered another anomaly: what appeared to be an evening/party dress shop in Hood River. To me, that seemed just as misplaced as Blackalicious performing in Bend. I realize now that Oregon is an interesting place (yet awesomely interesting)! Anyways, of course we had to try some on! I made it my mission to find the most gaudy and garish dresses in the place. And that wasn't hard to accomplish. I think that little dress shop would do quite well if it relocated to Vegas. But who knows, maybe after the sun sets, things get crazy in the Hood!

   

    After an hour, my wig was getting hot and itchy. It was probably 70 degrees and I was basically wearing what felt like a hairy beanie on my head. My Uggs combined with my thick socks were slow-roasting my feet.  After three hours I had enough and ran to the car. Five minutes later I was prancing back in flip flops with my own hair liberated and flowing free. Vicky was fun, but I like Sarah better. But I learned that every once in a while it never hurts to step out of my comfort zone, even if that means throwing on the 'Vicky' wig.  Next time, however, I think I'll avoid wearing a wig in hot weather or with wool socks.  My only regret is that I didn't buy the mullet wig: it had legendary potential. Just think...I could HAVE really scared some people with that one..or dressed up as Macguyver for Halloween! Yep, I missed that boat. Dangit!  

Oh no, I'm not in Vegas, I'm in a tiny dress shop in Hood River... but if I ever did have the desire to make a more lucrative career change and move to Sin City, I think I know where to shop for my outfits. 

Here I am wearing the only dress that counts for this week- another Anthropologie purchase. I'm beginning to wonder what dresses I own that aren't from that store?