Tim Pim Blog

For years, hair loss and wigs weren’t even on my radar. Art was what I thought about every day. That was true till the moment my hair began to thin due to medical hair loss. It became clear that I couldn’t condone the chance of showing up at work as the bald version of Demi Moore due to unfortunate genetics.

I thought that my charm would be more difficult, without my hair. It became clear that it was out of my hands to get back fabulous style. Girl, how foolish. Way before I found my favorite real wig, I found a great deal of hot phony hair extensions that got my texture all wrong. My lover Malcolm introduced me to some dignified wig stores where I could get authentic wigs that would look great.

Then I walked to the store and sized up the selection. I discovered a diverse world of, practical real hair wigs. Their specially designed African American wigs suited me best.

Trying on the proper hair piece, a proud individual in my situation should foster bravery working towards overcoming her hair loss. Now I see this as an opportunity to show my freshest hats. This meant the world to me to proudly exert my confidence again on the streets of Manhattan.

But maybe I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, but hair and fashion are essential to my identity. Is there more to reality than a great head of hair? Girl, it couldn’t mean much if that were so. Lace Front wigs look so good!

I couldn’t tell you what my loved ones have meant to me. Not many comment on the truth of me and my wigs (I have two now, for different styles). But so it goes, I’m thankfully set to fearlessly approach my career again. Lace front wigs improved things for my family and I.

Some could find that method superficial. They don’t know. I don’t care who you are, what creature comforts make life so practical? Speaking for myself, the secret is my family and my wig.

Take Care of Living!

Denise Putnam