In honor of my wig debut at the Lady Gaga concert, where I decided my life changed forever, there must be credit given to this cotton candy monster.
There's just something about a vintage leopard Hervé Léger dress, patent black pleasers, and a pink wig that gets me going I guess!
As always, in my fashion, it wasn't until the day of the show when I had decided for the first time to try on the dress, wig, or attempt to break in my pleasers—thank you auntie for the shoe stretchers. Concerned that the $26 wig from Amazon will look ridiculous, I placed her on my head, trimmed her to frame my face, and started to get to know her...we grew so close.
I unleashed an ego inside of me who was hidden far too long, embracing full freedom from care or judgement. A tumblr manifesto. A bandage dress that found me at a special time, we found love in a hopeless place. I haven't worn a wig since that time in elementary school where I cosplayed Hannah Montana, nothing about me has changed clearly.
It was a dream come true, belting opera with mother monster, violently dancing in no shoes while my pleasers were hiding beneath my nosebleed seat, screaming every song I've dreamt of experiencing at the top of my lungs, though, I'll let it slide she didn't perform government hooker, so happy I could die, etc., etc.
Everything is more fun in a wig, just make sure it actually looks good. Needless to stay it's so fun to live your dreams and I have so many to live.
Pink cotton candy is a favorite of mine, but how could I have the pink without the blue...
