As it stands, I spend more hours in my bedroom experimenting with hair and make up products than I do doing anything else. Ever since I was old enough to understand what make up was, I was using it. I remember once when I was five, drawing a rather obnoxious question mark on my cheek using my mum’s red lipstick. Not to be advised by the way, as I soon learnt that long-wearing kiss-proof Maybelline is rather difficult to remove from the face. And the same goes for hair products. I remember my mum curling my hair every now and then when I was little, she used to let me leave the house with about 67 god-forsaken pink and sparkly (my favourite colour at the time) clips in my poor hair.
And if I’m honest, right now is not a lot different. Candy pink hair clips and red lipstick question marks aside, I still experiment (albeit upstairs in my room or the bathroom where I have the ability of locking the door).
As I’ve got older and more set in my ways, I’ve become more and more opposed to the mainstream ideals of beauty. I like to dress in a way that I like, not what I think is “trendy” (a word I despise) or what everyone is wearing, or whatever the hell Topshop seem to be selling at the moment. I like to dress how I like to dress and in my stubborn attitude towards, well everything, I can’t be told to dress otherwise. Don’t get me wrong, I of course have days where I refuse to wear anything but sweats and Uggs, but for the main part, I hypocritically despise said garments.
So anyway, back to the point of experimentation. Recently I’ve been avidly looking into wigs, constantly watching countless videos on YouTube (my favourites being from lovekisses99) and decided that I (all of a sudden) “desperately” needed a lace front wig. For those of you that are not exactly clued-up on all this wig-lingo, a lace front wig provides the wearer with a wig that blends into the natural hair line so it genuinely looks like your hair. So after all the months and months of research (and secretly wishing I was an orthodox Jew so that I could go round all the wig shops in North London without getting strange looks), I finally bought myself a wig from none other than eBay. Now, I couldn’t afford a human hair wig, which is what I would’ve preferred, but the wig I bought is 100% Kanekelon which (apparently) is the best synthetic material for a wig.
After having the wig for a few days now, I can honestly say I love it. I literally feel like a different person wearing it. After much careful consideration (slightly exaggerated), I’ve decided to call my wig Kim. Every time I put it on I feel like a Kardashian, I feel like I should be walking round in 6-inch Louboutins and calling everyone “Doll”.
So my experimenting with the wig and feeling like a Kardashian is probably better than walking round with a lipstick question mark on my cheek or a head full of pink clips.