Once in a while I get the urge to rock dark hair, but as I've learned through trial and error it's only a phase of wanting to change things up. I've spent too much time, money, and energy achieving my level of blonde. So, I opted for this black wig in the meantime to satisfy my yearning for the dark side. Every time I change my hair it seems to make my clothing feel like new. It wasn't long before I was buried in my closet putting together outfits to develop my new "Hairsona" (hair persona).
I think I subconsciously chose this monochromatic witchery because I've been grieving a death and was unable to attend the funeral. Style has always been an outlet for me to express myself without having to speak a single word.