Wiggin' Out

Here I am getting ready to put on my wig:

To put on a wig I put my hair in pin curls and then put on this attractive wig cap.

But isn't the wig ADORABLE?

Unfortunately, it is not only hot and itchy, but it is so heavy and sits on my forehead in such a way that it gives me a massive headache every night, despite copious amounts of ibuprofen. As if the banged up knuckles and bruised knees weren't suffering enough for my art!

I thought it might be fun to take a little walk down memory lane...

let's take a look at my history in wigs.

Here I am as Rapunzel. In case you're contemplating making a long braided wig out of felt let me give you these sage words of warning: Felt is Heavy. We did have a lot of fun with this wig, though, and another character not only climbed up them but would swing on them like vines. All the braids were attached by Velcro, so could be "cut" off at each performance. I have to say, though, that I was outshone by the pink wig on my evil stepmother.

My first REAL wig was for Anything Goes. This is where I learned that wigs are really not as fun and easy as I thought they were.

(excuse the hands. we were modeling the very difficult "sunshine, rain" dance maneuver)

One of the dresses I wore for that show looked a lot like one worn by Princess Leia, so we thought that my wig should look more like this...

Help me Obi Wan. You're my only hope.

In Richard III I wore a hairpiece as Queen Elizabeth. My hair was short at this point, so we curled the pieces around my face, and attached the hairpiece on top. During one performance as I was arguing with Richard the hairpiece started to come loose, and I finished the scene holding it onto my head. I should have just taken it off and thrown it to the floor.

In that same Shakespeare fest season I played the hostess in a 60's version of Two Gents.

You've seen my angel wig from Angels in America

But I also wore this wig as Sister Ella Chapter. Not a great color or fit, but that's OK as in the script there's a reference to her wig being crooked.

As I was writing this I realize that I don't have a picture of me wearing the Queen Elizabeth wig from a living history piece I did. Hmmm....





Tonight is our final dress rehearsal, and I'm hoping we'll actually make it through the run without having to stop for technical difficulties. And that I don't fall on the floor. Again.