Laughing at this thread, ok here is mine.
This was back in 2000 before I knew anything about LHCF so my hair was a hot mess. My hair just been hacked off by a stylist into some soup bowl styled messed. I was devastated. She said it was damaged but why you got to cut it like that. So I never went back to that hair dresser again. Coincidentally that hair dresser was recommended to me by my aunt.
Well one day my aunt decided to have something at her house. And I decided I would get my first wig and wear it there. It was long and pretty with bangs. I didn't know much about wigs. Like that you was supposed to put on a cap, and how to correctly put in the combs, nor about the bands inside of them. So my hair was just HAM under the cap, just threw it on. So I went to my aunts house, and she complimented me on my hair and I felt real good about it, I later wondered if what happened is because I was feeling myself too much
. So later I am helping her cook in the kitchen. And she asks me to get something out of the lower cabinet. So I do it . The pan was way in the back to the side. So I go in a little to get it. Well, I hit the top of my head going in. Girl, the wig in the front of my head had done came off, and was floating off my head. The only thing holding on still was the combs at the neck part. I tore outta that kitchen so fast. So I am running ya'll , I run out the kitchen, through the dinning room, through the living room, and through the TV room. I know they was like WTH?
So the whole time I am running I am trying to get the darn thing back down in the front. But also to my horror, my aunt is chasing me talking about, WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! I wasn't gonna stop until I at least got the front part back down. So as I get to the hall where the guest bathroom is located, I finally stop. So she comes up to me and is like 'where you going?' and I am like "to the bathroom" (all the while feigning that I had to pee bad). So she says 'girl when somebody tells you to wait in they house, you wait!" Then she goes "my bathroom is a mess I need to clean it up".
perplexed So she goes and cleans the bathroom all the while, I am hoping no one else comes, and hoping that she hadn't noticed my wig was very off kilter. So she FINALLY comes out and says I could go in now. Needless to say I never wore that wig again, and I was afraid to wear one for years. I never wore one again till about 3 years ago.