Time to debut my wig. Her official name is Julie (according
to her tag at the store), and I’ve haven’t thought of anything better. She is a
brown bob, of course. She’s been freshly washed and blow dried, and is making
her debut at a gallery opening.
With my girl posse forming a protective shield, the evening
went very well. There was just one delicate moment when my bangs slid
dangerously low over my eyes, but the ladies tore themselves away from the
cheese table just long enough to slide it back into position. The art, by the
way, was stunning.
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