It was going to happen eventually.
I was out doing the fall garden cleanup, and I propped the shovel against a tree. I bent down to the tree roots, then stood up just as the shovel fell. The handle fell right on my wig and there I was, with my wisps exposed to the neighborhood.
I wasn’t wearing any wig glue, just a wig grip — a strip of velvet and velcro around the hairline that gives the elastic of the wig something to cling to. My own fault entirely. And now that’s over and it’ll never happen again, right.
I took a moment to laugh, in case someone had seen it – because it was funny — then snagged my wig out of the dirt and yanked it back on.