My three faves:
I love it when a weave has a good backstory -- even if it's made up. After all, none of us really knows the kind of life a weave led. We're left to imagine. When a reader shared his sighting from Richmond, Va., he included a pretty spectacular tale about how the weave ended up in a pile of French fries.
Not only was this a pretty distinctive-looking weave, the reader who sent it, Rick, wrote a haiku about it. Sometimes a really great faux hairpiece inspires poetry, I suppose.
I found this weave pretty early in my weave-hunting career (Of all the great journalism I've been part of, *this* is what's going to make me famous?) and it's still one of my favorites. Simple pleasures.
Support Local Journalism.
Join the Riverfront Times Press Club
Local journalism is information. Information is power. And we believe everyone deserves access to accurate independent coverage of their community and state. Our readers helped us continue this coverage in 2020, and we are so grateful for the support.
Help us keep this coverage going in 2021. Whether it's a one-time acknowledgement of this article or an ongoing membership pledge, your support goes to local-based reporting from our small but mighty team.
Join the Riverfront Times Club for as little as $5 a month.