Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: Going wig shopping when you need fresh hair

So, I recently had to get new hair.
This was an unfamiliar experience for me. I’ve basically had the same long, straight hair since age 7, except now I dye it an improbable shade of red that exists only in portions of Chernobyl, in an undoubtedly futile attempt to look like I’m a hipster.
I’ve always been a fan of hair, especially my own, and considered it the only redeeming feature on my person, except for my groovy eyeglasses. However, as you regular readers know, I’m g