Health & Fitness
Adventures With My White Girl Weave
Somewhere between chair massages, heckling an emcee during a fashion show, and pitching a fit at Chipotle because they ran out of guacamole, I lost my white girl weave!
A white girl weave is a hairpiece that quickly clips in, or one that you can stick in your hair with a comb. Some years ago I discovered the fabulousness of the white girl weave. It was a way for me to throw my hair up, stick my hairpiece in and look like I actually spent time on my hair. These kinds of things come in handy when you are a mom on the run, not from law enforcement or anything, but as in on the run all day long.
My white girl weave has a small amount of metal in it. How did I discover this you ask? Well, I went through airport security one day and set off multiple alarms. I realized quickly that it was the dang weave, but there was no way I was about to take it off in front of the TSA and my fellow travelers.
I did what any self-respecting woman in my situation would do. I proceeded to act like I had no clue why I was setting off the alarm. Of course I was subjected to an intimate pat down by a female TSA agent, and wanded thoroughly. I still think that was better than whipping off my hairpiece like Donald Trump in a windstorm.
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The other evening I was out at a Ladies Night Out event at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with a couple of girlfriends. Not being in the mood to deal with my hair, I threw in my white girl weave, slapped on some lipstick and called it done.
When arriving at any event it is important to establish the two most important components of any successful evening: 1. Where is the bar? 2. Where are the restrooms. Once I discovered both the fun could begin.
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Somewhere between multiple chair massages, heckling the emcee during the fashion show, becoming friends with the bartender, and pitching a fit at Chipotle because they ran out of guacamole, I lost my white girl weave!
It could have been lying on the carpeted floor of the Arboretum, on a sofa I sat on, or even on the floor at the Chanhassen Chipotle. One thing I knew for sure, I wasn't going to go looking for it.
I'll just have to replace it, which does bum me out because they aren't cheap. But, it beats the alternative of retracing my steps and asking people if they have seen a clump of hair with a comb in it.
