The National elections are approaching and the campaign is ramping up. My dad is running for Member of Parliament, and I decided that in support of him and the People’s National Party I would get an orange wig.

I had never put in any type of weave, wig or extensions before so this was about to get interesting. It was completely last minute, I decided Saturday evening after most places were closed that I wanted to get this orange wig. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get it done because I had checked three places and made many phone calls to people who basically said it wasn’t going to happen on such short notice.

Thankfully, somebody put me on to Rupunzel Hair Boutique. They were there to accommodate my last “minute-ness” on Monday morning as they opened. That morning, I washed my hair and blow-dried it, just in case they could do it on short notice. Well, they could, and before I knew it, my hair was all braided up.

This how it looked after they had just cane-rowed it, pre-installation. ^

I’m not used to my hair being in anything tight. No tight ponytails. No tight buns. I just cannot tolerate it. My hair hadn’t been professionally cane-rowed since I was in high school. And when she first put on the wig, man, everything felt tight. Regardless, I was determined to do it for the cause! Then I started to panic silently in the chair because the hair hadn’t been styled yet and I looked like a troll doll.

But let me tell you when she was done with the wig, telling you the truth, IT DID HAVE A BUZZ. And, it “mash up” nomination day! Everybody was trying to figure out who was that girl in the orange wig. Not to mention, pops was beaming.

I had no clue people normally take off their wigs at night. All I knew was, I had to keep it on, as weird as it felt on my head because if I took it off, I certainly didn’t have the tools, nor did I know how to put it back on.

So, I kept it on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, but Thursday morning, it had to go. At that point, my head was itching. I didn’t wash it with any sort of anti-dandruff shampoo and I have itchy scalp issues. My head was beating, partially from having on this wig all this time and partially from the hangover from all the drinking the night before, all in all, I was just over it. I hopped on Youtube to try to figure out how to get this off my head. I watched as many videos as I could, groggy at 4 o’clock in the morning. After I was confident that I could properly remove the wig without tearing out the front of my hair. I put alcohol, oil and water on my hairline and the front of the wig. And the wig came off with ease.

BUT, the glue.

The glue in my hairline was a complete mess. I was feeling so much discomfort. There I was, back on another search to figure out how to get the glue out my head, while hungover and half asleep.

I tried oil, water, conditioner. So, I decided to start pulling out the braids, maybe that would help. And then the time to get ready for work was slowly approaching. So I decided to just tie up my head and go to work.

As you can see, I’m not very amused as the tie-head was sticking to the glue. None of the natural oil options would lift the glue without it feeling like I was dragging out my hair.

Finally, I gave in and messaged a friend to ask her how on earth to get this glue out of my hair and she told me about this magical little thing called lace glue remover. SO back to the store that installed it, I went, for this magical lace glue remover.

C22 Solvent.

It was the only thing that worked. I sprayed it on my hairline, left it there for a minute or two and then began to brush away the glue remains… after two shampoos and a deep condition, it was all out.

And that’s my first lace front wig adventure.

My aunty said that this wig deserves a name and Lil P came to me right away. So…

See you again soon Lil P.