Your Worst Fashion Disaster Or Nightmare

Hey everyone, have u ever had a day that you would call fashion disaster or nightmare. Am talking about you go shopping, try on clothes and everything looks ugly, horrible on you or you wake up in the morning , try on something and everything is so just not right. You put on lip gloss, your mouth looks swollen, you put on mascara, stains your shirt and face, you put on blush, you look like a clown , u try on some new eyeliner and u end up looking like an egyptian monkey, you put on your shoes or heels and the heel breaks down the stairscase or just horrible stuffs seems to be happening. So story story story time don land.

@disney



You should have told them its white apollo

Mines got to be the day i wore a skirt that was my "size" to church, i got to church, stepping out of my dad's car, the next thing i heard was "parakpaka",  skirt don tear, yeah people saw! And i was asking some of my friends if they had head tie so i can cover my yansh. But as the 'devil' wanted it, none of them had headties. I ran back in the car, and myself and my dad had to go  back home. Some of my friends still make of me for that,

The other day, i had my hair done, fixed it up, jelled it,  and men, i had this shanikwa jells that r TALL. Myself an my friend were spose to go to the movies n out to eat. i went to my other friend's house, so we could pick her up and leave from there,  reaching her house, My mansion FELL! The whole weave came down my face like this "'shwalala". Talk about embarassment. A guy was there too, and oh boy, thank God he was the nice type.

I took the whole weave out, and jelled my hair down, so we could go to the movies. It wasnt funny.

I have so many fashion disasters, because I'm always trying new stuffs.

Disney,thats one hell of a funny story!!!
Keep them coming people!

dbee,i think there's a big brother thread somewhere around these boards.

You don't have what?

Oh ok,So you are ALWAYS looking fly?

I hear thee.

Mine was certainly a disaster, though i am not sure whether I can call it a fashion disaster (or not).

I was a little girl and I had gone to my big sister's school to "fight" a girl who had been bullying her (I fancied myself tough in those days). Anyway, I was doing alright with the fight as I had the upper hand and there were lots of people cheering me on. Suddenly, I felt my knickers begin to obey the force of gravity and slide down until it was resting round my ankles. To say I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me would be to use a cliché. I don't know how I got them back up, but I made sure I sorted the bully out before beating a hasty retreat amidst jeers. Those were my favourite knickers and I had worn the elastic out (my mum had told me to chuck them out, but I was having none of that. Needless to say that they were condemned to the scrap heap after that humiliating experience).

I still cringe with horror over twenty years later, when I think of that day and that particular incident.