It was so windy today – gusts up to 45 mph – that my wig blew off while I was crossing the parking lot at IKEA, and I had to chase it down, my bald-ish head shining in the sun.
Talk about embarrassing!
It was so windy today – gusts up to 45 mph – that my wig blew off while I was crossing the parking lot at IKEA, and I had to chase it down, my bald-ish head shining in the sun.
Talk about embarrassing!
One of my biggest fears. I have the same problem
Probably nobody even noticed, but I was mortified, none the less.
Hats are our friends?
Scarves, maybe. I generally consider my wig to be a hat, except for formal occasions such as when I’m invited to meet the Pope or something. It’s just about impossible to remove a hat without removing the wig, too.