Illegally Blonde

Several years ago while on a motorcycling adventure I, along with some of my dearest friends, went on a shopping expedition in Charleston, West Virginia. At one point we found ourselves in a wig shop, and we all took turns trying on different styles and colors.

While I hadn’t forgotten about the day—it was so much fun—I had forgotten there was photographic proof of our wig adventure. Thank goodness one of my friends saved photos of the day for posterity. I have to admit that at first I didn’t recognize myself as a blonde. What do you think? Should I invest in a blonde wig?

Don’t hate me because I’m goofy looking.

Peace, people!