I’ve been going through a bit of a pink phase this year. I want pink clothes, I want to look at pink art, I want pink flowers, pink eye shadow, pink lipstick, and, yes, I wish my hair were pink.
Pastel pink. Like a pink rose.
Anyway. I begged Husband for a cheap, pink wig so I would quit having urges to rush to some hairstylist and get my hair bleached and dyed.
Husband considered it fiscally, and $25 versus $130?
He bought me the wig.
And. I. Love. It.
Isn’t it cute?
Yes, it’s more of a dark pastel pink, but I love it anyway.
And on days where it’s just me at the house and I’m writing or editing for hours, I slip it on and feel beautiful!
Here’s the link to the one I got.
No pinks were harmed in the making of this Living Loved tale. <3