It was not a planned thing. I was really stressed and sad yesterday and needed a project to occupy myself with. I had noticed that there was an uneven blush on Evie’s right cheek, it looked as though I had wiped a spot before sealing it. My eyes are just not as good as they use to be. I really did not want to re do her faceup, I liked it.
I thought that since I use pastels, I could just blend more blush over the spot and add another coat of sealer. I took her glued wig off, and decided to try a couple of wigs while I had the chance.
I don’t know what it is about this very pretty wig, but I just can’t do it.
This is such a cute wig too. But it is too big and it’s red, and Evie just doesn’t seem right in red. I happen to love red, so this is odd to me that I don’t see Evie in it.
When I plopped this wig on…I knew it was something special. I was intrigued.
On with the touch-up, I gave her eyebrows a couple more strokes, added a fine and light batch of lower lashes, a bit more red to her lips. I got the cheeks blended and was very pleased. Something so tender sprang out of Evie, that it made me take a deep breath. I saw her older side come through. When I put her eyes back in, I felt overwhelming love for her, like what was happening was seeing once again, a deeper side to Evie.
I washed the brown wig (with a skin base, it needs to be wet to shape around the head) and put it on Evie.
I played around with the shaping, looking for the right balance of curls.
I kept thinking, this is such a different look, she looks older, but with so much more personality than just cute. Evie has never been a beauty in the traditional sense. I see her as almost homely, but with personality. Not just cute, not just pretty. There was something about the wildness of the hair, the messy-ness of it that appealed to me, even though these types of wigs are harder to care for.
I put some darker and longer lashes on and instantly hated it. I put the very short brown lashed back on and it was just right.
There she was! Evie! I about danced around the apartment…I saw her shining through. Sulky, observant, quirky, all of her personality just was there all at once. It wasn’t just a glimpse of one or the other…ALL was there in one moment.
We waited for the hair to dry. When nearly dried, but still damp, I added glue and reshaped and positioned it with a side part. Evie was very pleased with her older look.
It was hard to wait, but we talked while I worked on the hand sewing of the baby dress. Evie seemed so at ease with her new look.
When it was dry, I gently brushed it out which instantly thicken the wig and made it poofier. Now you can see her brows and her wonderfully pouty face. She almost looks as thought she is vintage and modern at the same time. I never achieved that combination before.
Leaving for Hawaii tomorrow morning! Time to pack!