She texted me a picture of herself tonight. She bought herself a wig similar to how she wore her hair when she was in high school. Same style, same color.
She's 64. It looks ridiculous.
So help me God, if this is her TMIing her sex life with me again, I'm gonna projectile vomit.
If it helps you feel any better, my mom recently discovered leggings. And I'm not talking plain black. She's getting the really bright patterned ones at Target.
Also, she has not yet realized that you're supposed to wear them with a shirt that covers your ass.
My sister is mortified (she's only 17, so she still lives at home).
To be clear, my mother never had a beehive. She was a Cher disciple back in the day - the wig is long and straight with blunt-cut bangs. Now she dresses in head-to-toe Talbots.
I told her I hated it. I couldn't sugarcoat it - it was bad. Like she had scalped some poor unsuspecting hipster and was wearing it as a trophy.