My husband just got home from scouring all the art supply stores in the Northeast looking for brown ink to dye a wig. I’ve spent the last 45 minutes watching YouTube videos on the fine art of coloring synthetic hair.
You may have guessed by now that we are either a very strange family or have a daughter who is involved in theater. Thankfully, it’s the latter ... although there may be some evidence to support both theories.
I’ve written about our family’s involvement in theater in previous columns and my daughter’s affinity for anything to do with acting or staging a performance. She has been involved in dozens of shows and at the ripe old age of 14 has recently been cast in Newburyport High School’s upcoming production of “Frankenstein.”
So, it’s all good, and she is excited to be a part of this cast and crew. Everything has gone according to plan — she is playing an 8-year-old boy, and she has her lines down and her costume is perfect, very convincing, in fact.
The problem is that she has very long, very thick, very curly hair. Do you see where I’m going now? Yup. Cue the wig.
For most mothers, dyeing a wig would be no big deal. If you know me, you know that I am not most mothers. In fact, I can’t cook, sew a button or attach a simple strip of sequins to a dance costume.
Thank God for my girlfriend, Jen, whose daughter is on the same dance team as my oldest daughter. She is like her fairy godmother. When it’s recital time, she just hands her the leotard, and it appears a few days later looking absolutely perfect.
The dance teacher now gives our costumes directly to Jen because I’m not to be trusted. Not with a glue gun or a needle or even double-sided fabric tape.