my love affair with extensions - in the beginning

Chris Rock may have his idea about good hair, bad hair, extended hair. But what does he know about hair anyway when his doesn't grow more than a few inches from his head!
Look I am a hair extensions lover and proud of it. Chris Rock should have done an interview with me for his show. He would have had to call off the whole thing or change the title!
Blame my mother for introducing me to fake hair oooops.....never say that around here, it's hair extensions.
After a hairdresser jacked up mummy's hair with a played out jherri curl, mummy started wearing extensions.
You know how some mothers buy shoes that as girls we got to try on from time to time? Well mummy bought hair, and lots of it.
Back then Tina Turner and Diana Ross were her hair gods.
Often she would take me and my sister on her hair shopping adventures. She used to bounce from store to store just so she leave with the hair she really wanted.
She used to ask the salesgirl to see different packs of hair, had her lay them out on the counter and run her fingers through the hair extensions to see if they measured up.
Hair that was too stiff to the touch was deemed unfit for purchase, so too hair with too much shine. Hair that was silky and soft, she would have the salesgirl bag.
For the curly hair mummy use to sneak a little water in and put on her finger tips. Whenever the salesgirl turned her back or was pre-occupied with a customer, mummy used to put the water on the hair. And if that wet and wavy baby didn't curl with the water on it, back to the shelf it would go.
No price was too much for mummy to pay for her extensions.
She once ordered hair from London and when it came in single strands (rather than a weave weft) she tied a length of thread on either side of the kitchen cupboard knobs and strand by strand created her own weft of hair for weaving.
The process was time-consuming yes, must have took her two days, but mummy was only concerned that after all her effort, the hair was the best she ever wore.
I started wearing extensions in high school - long curly ones. Mummy weaved them in. I was 16 then but the way it bounced on my shoulder and how it looked in a french braid, my love love affair with hair extensions had only just begun.